(I'm gonna spit on you, I'm gonna curse the day you were born, and I'm sure while I'm standing there I'm gonna have to have other bodily functions lettin' go upon your grave)

The public wants
What the public gets
Lazarus
Himself
Wouldn't rise

Decry relativity
What?
Damned petulant for seeing through
A Trojan horse full of zyklon
Judas' coffers overflow

Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill

Global jihad for a thousand years
A thousand years
Sanctified our blood spills
Sutured with commodities

Iron fist in silken glove
Ripping away
Autonomy
Replacing with
A placebo

New world (dis)order is nothing new
Choking on poison air
Pouring whiskey
Into a crescent moon
Lacerations
Time to bite the hand that...
In silken glove
Ripping away
Autonomy
Reality

Judas' coffers will never heal
Judas' coffers overflows