Father, how long since you have gone   Father, this house is not our home anymore   It’s in the hands of a bunch of sick dogs   The walls infested with flies and rats are running around   The floor is covered with slime and bats are flying around   It’s in the hands of a bunch of deranged criminals      The wasps are chasing me all over the place   Maybe I can escape, maybe I can escape      I hope you’ll die soon like a dog in the street   I hope you’ll drown soon in an ocean of filth   Wherever you may run, may you never find peace   Wherever you may hide, I will be your disease   I want to burn all the books that you wrote to make you look right   I hate your future destiny because you stole mine   I hate the smell of your fake smiles   I hate the sound of your new shoes   and all the things that you touch with your rotten hands   and all the things that you said with your poison tongues      wasps are buzzing all ovre the place…   wasps are buzzing in my head…