ingrid yawned and sucked on the spit that went sour in 
her mouth
hard to swallow in that blowout dust and grime
hard to say why she survived when so many fell
she don't miss the safety she don't miss the guilt from 
first world providence
such a relief we're all in the same world now
operatic sympathetic protest moans
such a pity primitive machete genocide
never happen here we're far too fucking wise
i won't miss the safety i won't miss the guilt from first 
world providence
such a relief we're all in the same world now
it's not gods it's just men pulling the strings that 
bring the end
second coming of the wild makes the world more unified
virgin graveyards virgin ruins round
one more chance to live one day's honest life
we won't miss the safety. we won't miss the guilt from 
first world providence
such a relief we're all in the same world now