| One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God. | |
| At battle with a mass astrengent. | |
| The bond | |
| That blends the weak to the wise. | |
| It's a safe assumption that you'd want | |
| to save me now. | |
| But I'll never face castration. | |
| For your sacred sow is left slaughtered. | |
| Brainwashed by me. | |
| Myself influence I. | |
| Bird brained | |
| World saver. | |
| A fake god rests dead inside you. | |
| It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. | |
| But I'll never face castration. | |
| For your sacred sow is left | |
| Slaughtered. | |
| System destroyed. | |
| Exposed and unployed. | |
| The fruit | |
| Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to | |
| Ignore reality's claw. | |
| Knife to your wrist, syringe in your | |
| Arm is your ounce of prevention. | |
| Give what you made, | |
| And under your name on your grave, is salvation. | |
| A big | |
| Fucking joke. | |
| Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king for your own | |
| Restoration. | |
| For your God is in your chest, and faith kills | |
| What is precious, for death is unanswered. | |
| Do sin |