Down in the sludge, down in the gutter Gorging on the waste, rising again And these ailments are what we need Undead, unborn, a toxic breed And these visions of discrepancy and hate Derived from a false logic, showing cracks in the slate Finding revenge through backwards euthanasia Corroding their souls, mending their graves And these ailments are what we need Undead, unborn, a toxic breed As the end is approaching, we have our faith Acidic blood, vitriolic skin, a new world we'll create