| You are dirty. Scared. Terrified | |
| You lick your wounds on the edge of chasm | |
| Lacerated microcephalic blind morons | |
| sociopathics phenomenal psychotics praying at your doorstep | |
| Your friends, your co-workers, newspapers, the TV | |
| Everybody's happy to talk, full of misinformation | |
| Morality, science, religion, politics, Christ, It's overwhelming! | |
| You are dirty. Empty. Shivery. | |
| Virtue is dead. And God is blind when you're terrified. | |
| Therapeutic treatments don't work at all | |
| They've given birth to weird things, Watch'em unveil | |
| People can flaunt their money and be at the top 1% | |
| of this shameful, violent, prejudiced, illiterate | |
| sexually repressed, ineffectual, bad-smelling, self-righteous | |
| dirty brothel we call home | |
| You are dirty. Scared | |
| Listen to your torment while sleeping with the guns | |
| It means nothing much this life | |
| Era vulgaris of chrism decline | |
| [Paolo Pieri's guitar solo] | |
| You are dirty. Dying. Torn between lies. | |
| The sedation of piety. The seclusion of light. | |
| Soon we'll turn to dark | |
| And where have all the angels gone? | |
| We are a unforeseen called human beings |