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

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"