In the rhythm of this song,

Well we drink, we fucking fight when we bring it on



Prayer, that somber hymn

Sir too

Well your lips are already moving you know what to do



Far from wasted it's like he's so devout

There's a waterfall of sewage from his mouth



You, children of this dying earth

Our posessions and our money have no worth



All the gods are driving us in ways

We do not understand

All the gods are driving us in ways

We do not understand

Do not understand



Calm the south: a drug, a deep memory

Well we vowed to end our mother's misery

A wind that fills the world with bitches breath

You know that it's called the "energy of death"