Miscreants, malfaisants
Man made monsters
Gather around, not for the breaking of bread
But of hearts and bones
To be eaten, essence absorbed
Then expelled as other
So as it was sh*t
Shall it be dung
Bring confidence back to my dreams
Joyfullness of abundance
Overflowing now but a myth
Bring confidence back to my dream
Wisdom of time, must our minds age
As poorly as these bodies?
Broken, beaten, and bruised
Pulled apart, mulled
And mеditated over
Fetishеd relic of some hung
Defeated man
So let's hear the cheers
For the death of the future
And the razing of flesh
Worms! Deep in the heart of the beast:
Come! Sit at my left hand and feast!