| Bless Jessica her tempest | |
| I wheel a cage around you | |
| They only see emptiness | |
| In rot decay and horror | |
| Slash goddess soil your beauty | |
| A foul embracing thumb screw | |
| Her fingers gouge divinely | |
| As the old poisons the new | |
| Nothing more to bleed | |
| Nothing more to sow | |
| Nothing more to take | |
| Nothing more will grow | |
| A hangman's rope to bind you | |
| Their stories to deceive | |
| One golden glove to blind you | |
| Served up for the naive | |
| I spoke genius | |
| I wrote a bible | |
| Dead white men could not | |
| Have done it better | |
| Paint over it in black | |
| Wrap it up in red tape | |
| Address it to no-one and send it off | |
| As a dead letter | |
| I got a dead letter | |
| Sedit takes his crystal tool | |
| Drives the nail into skull | |
| Menstrual roses, field of harlots | |
| Ripens the pleasure dolls | |
| Milk, opiate, enigma | |
| Most vicious animal | |
| Seed Lilith and her dogma | |
| The grafted cannibal | |
| Nothing more to bleed | |
| Nothing more to sow | |
| Nothing more to take | |
| Nothing more will grow | |
| A hangman's rope to bind you | |
| Their stories to deceive | |
| One golden glove to blind you | |
| Served up for the naive | |
| I spoke genius | |
| I wrote a bible | |
| Dead white men could not | |
| Have done it better | |
| Paint over it in black | |
| Wrap it up in red tape | |
| Address it to no-one and send it off | |
| As a dead letter | |
| I got a dead letter |