Down in the sludge, down in the gutter
Gorging on the waste, rising again

And these ailments are what we need
Undead, unborn, a toxic breed
And these visions of discrepancy and hate
Derived from a false logic, showing cracks in the slate

Finding revenge through backwards euthanasia
Corroding their souls, mending their graves

And these ailments are what we need
Undead, unborn, a toxic breed
As the end is approaching, we have our faith
Acidic blood, vitriolic skin, a new world we'll create