Pain of a sadist
Crushed by the same hits
I don't think or feel
Smiling back at the reaper's grin
Where once bullets were
Chaos, filth and greed
It's not what you're thinking, not what you need
Stare into my soul
The bottomless deep, the blackest hole
Impermanence of worth
The hangman's anthem plays in your head
As the last note hits a nerve
It feels like rope, it smells of death
Worthless specimen, liar!
Worthless specimen, die!
Worthless specimen, liar!
Worthless specimen, die alone!