Let's reveal those who are less than receptive to invitation
As they repeal the weak and ambitious from a mouthful of dirt
We rid ourselves of anything unpure We've lots of room for
the vicious and obscure Trade up adventures and cyclical
psychoticismPerpetual dicotomism in the narrative waste
With the most disgusting face, I personify this disgrace But
you are the honesty of sparse virgins who equate death with
pain and lack of sorrow
There's no tomorrow, so focus on the pains of the
dayYou're never getting out of the Theatre!
Interpret love as sinThe audio-syncratic crutch Believe
so, in the need to be voracious
But the pit is spacious enough to bleed from all holes and
start rotting from the outside in We rid ourselves of
anything faithful