Wake the hell up you pathetic fiend
Disgust is what my eyes perceive
A brain so distorted
Countenance of greed
Transparent sorrow is all that we see
How unhealthy a state
For one to be
Nothing to offer, all to gain
Thus you pigeon are nothing like us
You bring to life nothing we need
No shallower an existence is yours which thou creates
For fate is of no virtue in the minds we possess
Such agony to reflect on this wasted flesh
Gaunt, the wretch kneels before the cider alter
Prayers recited with astonishing clarity
Prayers which thou has not voiced since grade school
Prayers which shall be heard, though cruel and foul
How pitiful is he who dismisses such deceit
As the cries of mercy pierce our frugal ears
It is us who dismiss illegitimate forlornness
Directing attention towards those of great ill woe
Those without such hasty, lavish eyes
For the disguise
Often gives way in those crumpling, daunting eyes
Wake you wretch
Wake
For we are not craven in our ways
Obliviousness will not be accepted
For this is the final judgment
We are the final judgment