Like rats abandoning a sinking ship
Smiling through bloodstained lips
At your apocalypse
It's time to go
Watching the carnage
Gives us quite a rush
The only smell is death
We need a courtesy flush
Sweet loss of hope
We are the roaches
On your floating corpse
Too bad you had to go
But thanks for your support
On with the show
That's what you get
For living over us
Smells like you get it now
We need a courtesy flush
Death from below
You are all so full of shit
You're startin' to overflow
I hope you die there on your throne
I hope you die there on your throne
I hopе you die there on your thronе
(Yeah!)
(Fuck!)
