Filthy posterity Descending to the last Slimy rung of a wet wooden ladder Dropping into once sanctified wells worldwide And overcoming everything Overtaking every stream Claiming piety Entrancing the feeblest Of an impoverished under elite Vengeful spirits with no place to release And an overabundance of seed Overtaking every field The lion never eats straw Children can not lead And nature carries on Without flesh or streams The poison entered this well of blood Long before our generation And we are unto death Tied to a dying animal.