I see their faces And they all look the same More like cattle Awaiting the bolt of the brain Loathsome insects on a ball of dirt I am the pesticide As vermin, an infestation I, exterminator My hands bloodied again and again Only fit for obliteration Welcome cataclysm An end to the madness Wipe them from the earth I hear their voices So much of nothing spoken Precipitating murder Floodgates of violence opened Only fit for obliteration Welcome cataclysm An end to the madness Wipe them from the earth