The real pain starts here   Inside your corners   Within your broken doorways   I am your rage   Your deceit   Your precious lie   I will eat   What you have already broken   I will take the feed from you   and thrive   My disease   Is the prize you gave me   no one can save you   from the filth that you hide      Bring Unto Me      Bring me your sick   Poor and huddled masses    Bring me your impaled    Mutilated minds   Bring unto me    The stink of piss and vomit   Share your wealth   In your lack of pride      Bring Unto Me      I am your 3 pound coke babe   Your rock feeder   Your dope fiend   I am the post-fetus   That kicked you inside   Your porous absorbent walls      I am the life you will give me   I am the life that will remind you   Of your true pain   I am your 3 pound octopus   Tentacled in plastic tubes   I am the living version   Of your autopsy         Bring me your sick   Poor and huddled masses    Bring me your impaled    Mutilated minds   Bring unto me    The stink of piss and vomit   I am the American dream   and I must feed      Bring Unto Me