This suffering 
One cant explain
Waiting for the world [bad word] out of days
Waiting for the sands to consume 
The peaks to which you all cling 
It is a [bad word] pile of [bad word] 
You all surf through 
Entrails of selfishness and immortal despair
Flushing through your veins 
As you believe
Is royal blood
Makes me wanna tear the crown
Out with your head

This world is a waste pile
[bad word] disgrace 
Is the mankind
I [bad word] suicide filled 
With hopes 
That each of you [bad word] 
Tries this at home
For your own pride 
Means nothing

Violence and hatred
Is what leads your filthy way of life
When it burns out 
You are left alone
With this darkness
To be eaten alive
In a field of caskets 
Filled with bodies of those that you once loved

Severed heads pile up
As i tighten the rope
My [bad word] body grows colder
With every moment

Death is the only  [bad word] reason
You live for in this cursed place
I confess im taking the easiest path
One step away from the solid ground 
Wont get you fooled