Now listen man:
There's no good to be found in this mire
The muck's just deeper and the further you dig
The more it sticks to your soul and skin
Slowly settling the taint within
When all is said
We'll be amongst the practical dead
Cut off from the way ahead
Picked as the world colludes
To see the circle conclude
Now listen man:
There's just filth to be found in this mire
The more you struggle, the faster you sink
So abandon your search
If you're stuck in hell
You're worse off if know it was well


When all is said
All blood is bled
We'll be amongst the practical dead
Cut off from the way ahead
A broken, battered brood
Casualties of the general mood
Picked as the world colludes
To see the circle conclude
Hear the mob calls my name
To quench its bloodlust again
One final glorious act
To end this dismal, this dismal sinister pact
Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle, our final closure
Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle
One final time to stand before the howling hundreds
Blood surging like thunder, our final closure