We can never be anything more
Than a sorry excuse for a fledgling plague
But if we keep it up this way

We'll have em' writhing, have em' running, keep em' all afraid

The coming plague of lusts

Leaves me hard-pressed to whet my tongue,
The flood of my ravenous past is leaving me high and dry


I make no guarantees, this would be hit or miss
But honestly nothing rivals this !@$(s bliss


We've all pledged our ties
To the insistent wracking of implication
And let the locust set our bones

And rattle the few left in the poisoned mold

A deadman's post-mortem swansong

A !@%@ic creation of wealth
Born and bred with the illest intention
Vaccinated at the point of conception


I make no guarantees, this would be hit or miss
But honestly nothing rivals this !@$(s bliss


Sing it like you got no shame,
We're heaven sent we're heaven made


I dipped my toes in the drowning hole
Force-fed from the mouth of blight

We can break these patterns
Of debaucherous nights