You can measure how evil the world is
By how wrong it is to do good deeds
This world is made for and by the wicked
You're a victim but they call you a moron
A lazy f*ck with nothing good to give
Treat someone like shit long enough and
They will flush themselves down, down, down
Slowly picking away at your esteem
Like psychological surgery
They make of you a clone of themselves
Filled with hatred
The disease of hatred so spreads
Across multitudes of human spawn
Violence becomes a way of being
A tribute to our hateful god
Your obedience rewards their hatred
Justifying a reign of sin
You must gather yourself with virtue
And kick the teeth from Satan's chin