The agents of oblivion descend upon the sane
 Caked with mud and mother's blood
 Playing death games in the rain
 And we wonder how it feels to be free
 I thought I heard them whisper mutiny
 Living room rape scenes
 We cut their throats while they slept
 Dreaming and digesting shards of turtle shell
 The television's blaring
 And the ghost of Hitler speaks
 Crowned with barbed-wire
 I smear my warm semen on the walls of my oppression
 I accuse God for the murder of eternity
 My everything that is nothing
 Christian propaganda and dog sperm
 Degeneration...
 The beautiful downgrade
 Do you remember the first sunrise?
 Sharpened bone clenched tight in your fist
 Screaming into the blue
 An urge to kill the sky
 I can smell the forest like pussy in heat
 Barefoot I run through the chaos
 The assassins of freedom tend the burning of truth
 As we walk these prison walls
 It's maddening, always touching something