Текст песни: Blameshifters (The). Feast Before The Famine. Children.

Cover up the dry patches with an
overbearing sense of religion
kill your friends if thats what they're worth
society makes you feel like a jerk

children, whip them
children, kill them

take a minute to set a few things straight
then i'm done and we can go out and play
do the time that's time alone
i don't need testosterone she said

this is sick, i hate this shit
the words fall on the floor
turn away, from what is left
and you come back for more