Doom will rain, from the skiesnLike shrapnel it will make me blindnI am eaten by the fliesnI am turned on by your wounded criesnnI have an ideanI think you should die herenI have an ideanSlit your wrists without fear!nnFeel the maggots, they are your friendsnPoison your blood be-fore it all endsnnI have an ideanI will slice your rearnI have an ideanCorpses of what you hold dearnnDead children, and thunderstormsnPestilence waits in your Mother's formnnThis is your last requestnYou should make it your bestnHellwhores ravage younVeins are being cut throughnnI have an ideanI think you should die herenI have an ideanI have an ideannI HAVE AN IDEAnI have an idea!nI HAVE AN IDEAnI HAVE AN IDEA!