Reformation is death
The only way to evoke a change
No conscience, no man, no god, no devil
If you hate everyone, it includes yourself

Nothing to live for Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for Nothing to die for
The king of killers Carl Panzram

You'll feel that salt yourself next time
Rape the king of rapists
Hurry up with that noose
Good night, little monkeys -- This is the end for you

You'll never be deader than when you leave me
Your brains pour from your ears like a child
The first man who bothers me gets it
Let me in -- this must be my lucky day

What is behind those eyes? I see nothing
I wish you all had one neck
Quit stalling, You are too slow
I want the relief. I want the end.