We didn't do it with passion
Didn't do it by will or desire
We do it by scorn

The noblesse of art
Is betrayal
The art of living
Is lying

We open the door
We close the ways
We'll trample your chances

We stole your method
We whitened your inspirations
We murdered your king
Love us as we scorn you...

Integrity make no sense
Except for the ones early waking up
For the brave, for the ones who think with reason
For the respectful, for the ones with principles

Love us as we scorn you...