No purpose in talking, we're just wasting timenEvery room you walk in is the scene of a crimenThe flames are inhibitors on every city blocknYour whole fucking day is a race against the clocknnOh, no more social lifenOh, no more social lifenIf I have to see them againnI'll pound in the knifennTo breathe's a chronic horror that cripples every thoughtnYou can't fight the war, it's already been foughtnNo inspiration, no insight is coming to lightnWhat are you existing for? You've lost all sightnnOh, yes, hemorrhage in my handnOh, yes, hemorrhage in my handnTime to blast a pathnThrough this astonished landnnIn the City's kitchen, God shoves you in the ovennYou want to die quick? Then don't talk, just listennBut I can take slow death, I'll beat the PlannI'll become divine since I'm leading the damnednnOh, yes, hemorrhage in my handnOh, yes, hemorrhage in my handnGoing to dynamite the groundnOn which you stand