Rancid sons of bitches
Chop them down to inches
Chum for hungry fishes
This world, vacuous and vicious
Untenable conditions
Scratch your f*cking itches
They mean nothing to you
This is nothing to you
They mean nothing to you
And this is nothing to you
Peons taking orders
Faithful little hoarders
Fuse is getting shorter
Hard hearts, growing ever harder
Be the firestarter
Choose the lucky martyr
They mean nothing to you
This is nothing to you
They mean nothing to you
And this is nothing to you
Obliterate, and recreate
In your image, in your image
They 'll never know what lies below
In the damage, in the damage
Man - abomination
Damnable mutation
Breathing degradation
Panic is spreading like a virus
It's already inside us
May it purify us