H with a capital Hate   Out catching souls and drilling holes and   It can make you feel like Jesus   'Til that sword gets driven in   Stepped over on the homeless night   They sprayed the wall my desperate friend   Tried to climb in vain   They felt his pulse, they swept him clean away      Oh, you fucking fool, you left us carrying your useless pain   We're trapped here 'til we die   We're trapped here 'til we die   We're trapped here 'til we die   We're trapped here 'til we die die die die die die die      The remains, the remains, the residue   The remains, the remains, the residue   The remains, the remains, the residue   The remains, the remains, now, is it you?   Is it you? Is it you?