Words that cling like whiffs of shit Untold truths rearranged to fit Never hunt what you can't kill Feed the rats then break them to your will It's so fucked up, you wash your hands, they bathe in blood No one cares or gives a shit Their fates are already decided Creditors of sustained demise You'll reap the tremor of their tormented lives It's so fucked up, you wash your hands, they bathe in blood Kneel and accept what's coming to you