Do you fear me?
Do you bleed?
Can I feel you?
Compounded greed.

Sitting on my hands, I feel you quake.
Learning all your mediocracy, I'll make you shake.
Come to your senses and press the seed.
Hear the wolf howling, hounding their feed.

When will thy hunger suside?
When my skull is battered inside?
My ruin my delicate decay;
Does it anger you?
Take yoour harsh words away!

"I would rather die of thirst than drink from your aborted glass. Than wither by my mother's hand as I've done in the past.
My heart was allways fragile, I gave it unto you;
As did my prayer of systematic anguish; I asked you to save my soul..."

(f***er)

Am I your child?
Your light hand doest touch?
Feel my trembling shower sores now wavering too much.

Listen to your pride!-You are so greedy
Heaven set aside!-Your kingdom I doubt so
And among he;-Oh great "Leader"
May his burden pain!-Let your profile go

(f***er)

Sitting on my hands, I watch you guiver.
As I sing my woe, you poison the river.
I cry aloud to you, you slither around me
Hence the name of "Lord", I blister can't you see?