| Ingratiate, set your sight upon the flood |
| Of mass production and corruption |
| The traitor lives, the honest man put to death |
| Buried under labored breath |
| Oh, what a sight to behold |
| Crafting a throne of your own |
| Pillage the spawning land into exhaustion |
| Regurgitate what you’re told |
| Sarcoma overexposed |
| You spread, you rot, you leech |
| The script’s corrupt |
| Given an inch you would harvest a mile |
| Blazing is the beacon of munition silos |
| Damn the eyes and open wide |
| Over the teeth and through the gums |
| Confess that you are no one, nothing |
| Prophet claims, human counterfeit |
| Oh, what a sight to watch a man become invertebrate |
| Covered in sores, a crown of shit |
| Lord knows you’ve done your share of pissing in the wishing well |
| Head underwater, refuse to drown? |
| Your final hour yet you proudly wear your crown |
| Never a martyr, no holy vows |
| Barrel to mouth, you will finally bow down |
| Given an inch you would harvest a mile |
| Blazing is the beacon of munition silos |
| Damn the eyes and open wide |
| Over the teeth and through the gums |
| Confess that you are no one, nothing |
| Sentenced to burn |
| Damn the eyes and open wide |
| Over the teeth and through the gums |
| Confess that you are no one, nothing |
| Of use to no one |
| Of use to no one |
| Of use to nothing |