Bringers of peace
Drop down to your knees
And purge your disease
To the art of extinction

Brothers of love
Spare us your hugs
And bring us your guns
For there is no redemption

Leaders of sin
Wipe the drool from your chins
Your reign of greed ends
With all its perversions

Mother of womb
Humanity born in your tomb
Destined not to resume
We walk as living abortions

Father of lies
Ignoring our cries
Pull the wool from our eyes
So we may welcome destruction