Father, how long since you have gone Father, this house is not our home anymore It's in the hands of a bunch of sick dogs The walls infested with flies and rats are running around The floor is covered with slime and bats are flying around It's in the hands of a bunch of deranged criminals The wasps are chasing me all over the place Maybe I can escape, maybe I can escape I hope you'll die soon like a dog in the street I hope you'll drown soon in an ocean of filth Wherever you may run, may you never find peace Wherever you may hide, I will be your disease I want to burn all the books that you wrote to make you look right I hate your future destiny because you stole mine I hate the smell of your fake smiles I hate the sound of your new shoes and all the things that you touch with your rotten hands and all the things that you said with your poison tongues wasps are buzzing all ovre the place… wasps are buzzing in my head…