We’re cursed in this world
Doomed with the question
And we kill everything to get
By force the answers slowly we dig our hole in the ground

We kill for money
The torture tasty like honey
The final judge was between us
Growing bad seeds
Murdering and teaching how to do

Praying for Jesus to save us
Is the selfish and the easy way
To blame somebody else
For the damage that we cause

Confutatis maledictis