Get off on it; pleasure in others misery
Head up your asshole, heart full of hate
Smiling moronic, you ignorant fuck
Careless, and morally bankrupt

The masters have mastered the game
And you're not even invited to play
The masters have mastered the game
And no one even knows your name

Standing before the brain dead horde
Of empty eyed inbreds, an orange cow appears
The blind seem to love what they hear

So high above the crowd, the buffoon grows loud
Chewing on vomit, spitting bile and sound

Let nature takes its course - a false prophet, a truth divorce
Coming down fast from miles above, a drop of water to break your fall
Scolding volcanic lack of remorse, let nature take its course

The eyes, they tell a thousand tales, and no one even cares
So hip to be a pig shit in apathy, oblivious and celebrated for nothing

Standing before the brain dead horde
Of empty eyed inbreds, an orange cow appears
The blind seem to love what they hear
So high above the crowd, the buffoon grows loud
Chewing on vomit, spitting bile and sound

Let nature take its course…

We fear what we do not know [x4]
Light yourself on fire! [x5]