Из альбома: Pangaea
Hope is the worst of evils,
For it prolongs the torment of man
Molten steel through your esophagus,
You must have misread the policy
We demand loyalty,
And we don't negotiate
You made a wrong turn,
Into my line-of-sight
Sadly, I'm the only one who
Will waste my breath on you
So take in my wrath slowly
I am an architect of doom
Fulminated quisling through and through
This is the day of Judgement
I swear I'm not insane,
I'm just starving
I am not insane,
I'm FUCKING STARVING
He who does not punish evil commands it to be done