We have no future
 heaven wasn't made for me
 we burn ourselves to [bad word]  as fast as it can be
 and I wish that I could be a king
 then I'd know that I am not alone

 Maggots put on shirts
 Sell each others [bad word]  sometimes I feel so worthless
 sometimes I feel discarded
 I wish that I was good enough
 then I'd know that I am not alone

 Death is policeman
 Death is the priest
 Death is the stereo
 Death is a TV
 Death is the Tarot
 Death is an angel and
 Death is our God
 killing us all

 she puts the seeds in me
 plant this dying tree
 she's a burning string
 and I'm just the ashes

 she put the seeds in me
 plant this dying tree
 she's a burning string
 and I'm just the ashes