First name tungsten Arrow gets through And is finished with you Second name rest-home Ex of kinned you Now they're finished with you Third name plaster Persist right through And has finished in you Fourth name nothing Cause there's nothing That is in me of you Rotting sagging milk-born breast Battery acid litmus test Severed tendoned mouths espouse (faith in) the tenets of a louse And it's ground covenant which lives inside you
You are nothing but a child crying with no sweeties This is all just a game that will end in laughter Or blood, it all depends on whether you can be f*cked Happy to rot Happy to rot shackled right here Heavenly salve can go f*ck itself And so can hell (see you there, wish you were here) Dogma is not a concept She is a goddess And you don't know her So leave her alone