A Passion For My Rage   With My Sights Of Darkness   The Atrocities At Hand   I Must Bare   Entangled In A State   So Cold   So Dormant   My Sickened Rageful State   My Hateful Lair      Saturated In Dejection   Saturated In Dejection      Hardened By This Reality   Sights Of Vengeance   Ever So Clear   Compelled To Rejuvenate   This World Of Hate   Into A Mass Of Chaos And Fear      Saturated In Dejection   Saturated In Dejection      The Sickening Things That I Witness   I Derive Destinct Visions From   The Sickening Thoughts   That They Confess   Hatred At Its Purest Form      I Now Become My Saving Grace   Viciously Repelling My Disgrace   My Reasoning Is Out Of Control   Constituting Reformed Laws      So Compelled To What I've Witnessed   Mesmerizing So Enticing   I Revel In Their Grief   I Confess   My Vision Is My Religion      I Now Become My Saving Grace   Exiling All This Human Waste   I Deny Your Emotions   You Perjurers   Deny Your Falsifications   You Perjurers   You Perjurers   You Perjurers