LORD OF THE FLIES ON THE SHIT OF SWINE / BUZZING / SPINNING AROUND, SPINNING AROUND / FUCKING AROUND, FUCKING AROUND / SWARMING / SWEATING IT OUT, SWEATING IT OUT / LOST IN THE SOUND, LOST IN THE SOUND / ONLY HALF-ROLLING THEIR EYES / SOUNDTRACKING THEIR DEMISE / THE BLACK LUNG COLLECTIVE, EXCHANGING BULLSHIT SELECTIVELY / SLURRING... & BLURRING / BLACK HOLES DOWNING ANOTHER, ONE MORE TO MAKE THEM ALL LOVERS / SCRAPING... THE BARRELL... SUCKING... THE DREGS... MONGRELS... & BITCHES... WITH CHEMICAL TWITCHES / THEIR FACES LIKE MODERN ART, THICK AS SHIT & TWICE AS UGLY / BURNING UNDER NEON LIGHTS, AN OTHERWISE BLACKED OUT NIGHT / FUCK YOUR GOLDEN EAGLE / FUCK YOUR BLEEDING GUMS / FUCK YOUR POWDERED NOSE / FUCK YOUR ACID TONGUE / GREASE FROM ROTTING MEAT, THE ONLY SLICK YOU HAVE / A GUTTER OF DOGS ON HEAT, BOTTOMFEEDER HAVE A STAB / YOU DON THE CROWN AND HOLD THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM OF DISEASE/ HERE IN THE LIAR'S DEN, WE ALL GET TORN APART AGAIN / I PITY THIS CESSPIT CITY AND ITS LOW-LIFE COMMITTEE / I PITY THIS CESSPIT CITY / BUT MOST OF ALL I PITY YOU