| We shot the sky 40 times | 
| And disappeared in freezing vapor | 
| I could have been the parasite | 
| Chewing holes in this life | 
| You so cheaply passed on | 
| Not so convenient to stand on | 
| Crumbling cities or rejected | 
| Water that you spit out | 
| As sores begin to set in | 
| Infected, rejected, neglected ejected | 
| Infected, injected, rejected, neglected | 
| Hold your breath, hold your breath | 
| Breathe | 
| Slowly the air | 
| You burnt out | 
| For your money | 
| Twisted faces | 
| Bent ghosts that | 
| Tried to warn you | 
| Of your behavior | 
| Sickened with disease | 
| Waste, waste, waste | 
| Waste, wasted, wasted | 
| So wasted, so wasted | 
| So wasted, so wasted | 
| So wasted, so wasted | 
| So wasted, so wasted | 
| Burned alive, taught to kill | 
| Burned alive, taught to kill | 
| Lost the will to live | 
| I’ve lost the will to live | 
| Simply lost the will to live | 
| I’ve lost my will to live | 
| «I myself, as many people well know, had basically embroiled myself into the | 
| dirty version of myself, I had taken the small amount of decay I did have, | 
| and I just built it, I let it grow: I wanted to become fully decayed in mind, | 
| soul, body, everything, I wanted to be darkness.» | 
| Infected, rejected, injected ejected | 
| Hold your breath, hold your breath | 
| Just hold your breath. | 
| Lying down, fornicate | 
| Reaching this retarded state | 
| On some lost thought that | 
| Ripped at my heart | 
| Ripping out forever | 
| «- It was like my whole world was gone. | 
| I had to start all over | 
| — You think you’re going to Hell? | 
| If I would have to answer that truthfully, | 
| yes. | 
| I have always believed that. | 
| My mind was on only one mode, | 
| and that was to kill. | 
| So, I went forth to attack her and she through a | 
| scolding hot cup of coffee on me, uh which only increased my instincts, | 
| if you will, at which point in time, like I said, between thirty and sixty | 
| seconds I took her life. | 
| I believe it was five blows I took, trying to plunge | 
| the crow-bar into his heart.» |