Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure
The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats
I seek absolution for these sins unwritten
Any who stand in my way, shall be subjected to torn ligaments and limbs ripped
from their sockets
For no pity shall be handed down to the feeble
Human nature seals our fates by leading us down a path of destruction;
I have just merely sped up the process
To wash away indecency, re-write who we are
Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure
The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats
I seek absolution for these sins unwritten."
(«Son? Why are you explaining all this to me?»)
«Well I never had much use for religion
I merely needed someone to listen
Father witness (the) decline of decaying culture
You’ve, sealed your fate, sealed your doom»