| Song | Immaculate Infection |
| Artist | Trash Talk |
| Album | Trash Talk |
| Speak of the son. | |
| No father brings the holy one. | |
| From cloven hoofs to claws to thorns, his rise to power has begun. | |
| Among your thieves, there lays another dying mouth to feed. | |
| Another filthy beast, your savior lives on wounded knees. | |
| Behold a rosy ring. | |
| A kingdom of shit breeds afflicted kings. | |
| A messiah of elbows and knees. | |
| I will spread the infection immaculately |