the society it sickens me, i hate what i've become i reek of rotting corpses, the product of my work incisions getting deeper, my pain burns like fire my lust turns to pleasure, as i watch the napalm pyre my overwhelming thirst, my need is getting dire my lust turns to pleasure, as i watch the napalm pyre i salute the gallows thou i know that it's not right i fear my only true virtue hatred for all mankind