A moment of clarity
It spoke to me in tongues
It spoke to me of ruin

Of destitution, and of pain
Where night, it never ever
Seems to come

To ease the misery of the day

Degenerate !@^%s

Expose their stinking wares
to a foul race of man...
!@^%s for all..., in time

Death soon shall bind
These soulless forms of men
To the dead of their kind


To live all their lives again
They would die in the very

Same way...
Clinging to a profane hope that
A place beyond the grave

May repay their suffering
And their pain
In a way that no !@^% could ever ease

The misery of the day...