There is no ardor that you know   Where is the axiom that we're owed?   And how do you fucking sleep?   You haven't missed a wink   There is no allegiance where you go      Your sure-fire "mandates" are theoretical      'Cause you're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure   You're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure      So "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure"   This mortal solution, are you sure?   How do you fucking sleep?   You haven't missed a wink   There is no honor where you are      Your sure-fire carte blanche is theoretical      'Cause you're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure   You're anti- anti- antithetic to the cure   Anti- anti- antithetic to the cure   Anti- anti- antithetic to the cure!