| At the moment | |
| I have no more hate to offer | |
| I feel nothing | |
| I feel nothing as | |
| I bring down my arm | |
| The one that holds the metal bar | |
| The one that bashes in your brains | |
| Bludgeon and crush again 'til your mind oozes | |
| All over the floor, soaking into the carpet | |
| I don't care | |
| I don't feel and if your brain was still in | |
| Your head you might even realize that |