Depressed alcoholic sociopathic perversion Smoke in a jar, compressed into a bleeding great black hole Forged by a one note song Hope kills more than death you will see the way There is nothing to die for. Hope is a mistake Progress is not a word, we live in a backwards implosion Burnt history, idiocracy, and occasional genocide Forged by a one note song Hope kills more than death you will see the way There is nothing to die for. Hope is a mistake Skin melts in the thick boiling blood Never saw it all end this way So abrupt and obscene Surface dwelling rotten creature, chew on the lifeless strings Euthanize all of life Prepare a knife for the dinner table, Tonight we dine on the backs of the deceased Pale ghost, shadow of hate has come to claim back its loan Sick industry, Where no slave is free, and all food is the same old dust Forged by a one note song Hope kills more than death you will see the way There is nothing to die for. Hope is a mistake