Man without war, there's no life in your breath 
You say you are free, but your spirit is dead 
Brother of fools, all [bad word] are gone 
Through the passing of life, you don't need anyone 
Imbecile sister, your judgment is dead 
Your soul is escaping, through a hole in your head 
Man with no soul, your substance is gone 
You no longer search, and look for the sun 

Love me, defeat me, and fear me 
Lust me, abuse me and smear me 
Choke me, provoke me and feed me 
Kiss me, seduce me, abuse me and need me 

Man without peace, we tried for so long 
You said you could see, but your concepts are gone 
Your skin made of marble, your hands made of ice 
The hunger you quench, you pay with your life 
Man without hope, a coin for your soul 
The madness [bad word]  and soon you'll implode 
Imbecile sister, your soul was for sale 
The honour you sheltered, now tasteless and frail