This is a day when everything's sick   My tongue's stuck, my lungs burn all colors are sick   This is everyday, I'll impose it on all   To prove that I am though I'm revoltingly small      My person, my belongings, I break them at will   No classes, no families, no nations, no ties   I'm swallowed screaming by oceans of bile   Feel how it soothes when you take to the skies      How I won the war   How I won the war   How I won the war   How I won the war      I am what smells when you didn't wash   I'm the remains that smell in your sink   Your world's looking bright and I'm too weak to destroy it   I'm too faint to be seen or else you'd enjoyed it      This is my church and I, myself, built it   I'm the last, I'm the last, Oh god I'm filthy   The world will be the prey, and eventually it'll eat us:   The power of the slime of which I am the phoetus   [Repeat]      How I won the war - You never did   How I won the war - You never did   How I won the war - You never did   How I won the war - You never did