| Dine upon this hatred | |
| Let the razors cut your stomach open | |
| Bleeding through your wedding dress | |
| My post-mortem beauty queen | |
| Once your wings melted you descended | |
| Into the arms you saved | |
| Into the arms you saved | |
| To be raped | |
| We are the plague | |
| You rose against the hand that fed you lies about this septic race | |
| About its numbered days | |
| Once your wings melted you descended | |
| Into the arms you saved | |
| Into the arms you saved | |
| To be raped | |
| We are the plague | |
| To hate | |
| To be hated | |
| Let your blackened heart lead the way to salvation |