Sticking to rotten common sense,   Holding it up in both hands      All around the putrid bitches   Look at me, at me and laugh      Without knowing even a flower's scent....      You heard me! No, I'm not wrong   Why can't you see that you're the crazy ones!   Dirty bitches, nothing but whores   Why won't you die and laugh no more!      The day has come, I think I shall   smash this sick world into oblivion now   Bleary memories...so hurt and sore   Lock them away forever more