debaser of ancient debacles
dark soothsayer of worlds unclean
black blood boils as i vent my spleen
the death it shall give you
when all things have happened what can there be left?
why can't the darkness be part of the light?
who's got the strength left to fight?
life's many pleasures are soon sure to bore
whether you build bombs or live as a whore
hated of one's self is always the forge
bloated protrusions of gurgling gorge
life is your penance and your the reward
life is your penance and your the reward
when all things have happened what can there be left?
why can't the darkness be part of the light?
who's got the strength left to fight?
the younger the soul then the sweeter the taste
the meter of peter forms thick bouillabaisse
vomit it spews into destinies hole
wretchedly ravage your skull is my bowl
edicts and ethos the rifts that i rend
stripping the dripping that never can end
manfully mauling the ham-crank that i bend
these are my words! this is the law!
summon the power of the uber klaw!
chaos and carnage are all that i see
the uber klaw rises it was made to rule
the subjects they marvel and mutter and drool
for genocide it is my favorite tool
bring your guns to school