Rebellion... Oh cheap thrills and vacant youth. Carry out your own will.
Shovel deep and bury [bad word]  Social stain, punk wreck, mother’s own defect.
Sing that song you know so well – sing it one foot in [bad word] 

Eyes wide black – turn your back.

Oh how the foolish will see...how every man he does bleed.

The vultures circle, halo of the dead.
Another vicious cycle, swallow what you’re fed.
And now the vultures circle, halo of the dead.
Another vicious cycle, be [bad word] to your dissent...

Somehow...feel, feel as though you could.
Somehow... in all your petty suffering (suffering) – burn this down.

Rejection... of weak trends and fake hate.
This is what you’re fighting for – some fool’s mistake.
I will devour you, I’ll overpower you. Rise from the ashes, screaming eternity.

Vultures circle, halo of the dead.
Another vicious cycle, swallow what you’re fed.
And now the vultures circle, halo of the dead.
Another vicious cycle, be [bad word] to your dissent...

Somehow...feel... feel as though you could.
Somehow... in all your petty suffering (suffering). Go...

Oh... Ignite (ignite) upon (upon) these words (these words) – and breathe defeat.
Your shallow deeds make [bad word] for wood and stone, flesh and bone – this alone.

Somehow...feel... feel as though you could.
Somehow... in all your petty suffering (suffering) – burn this down.
Burn this down. Burn this down. Burn this down. Burn this down.
Burn this down. Burn this down. Burn this down. Burn this down.