No purpose in talking, we're just wasting time   Every room you walk in is the scene of a crime   The flames are inhibitors on every city block   Your whole fucking day is a race against the clock      Oh, no more social life   Oh, no more social life   If I have to see them again   I'll pound in the knife      To breathe's a chronic horror that cripples every thought   You can't fight the war, it's already been fought   No inspiration, no insight is coming to light   What are you existing for? You've lost all sight      Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand   Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand   Time to blast a path   Through this astonished land      In the City's kitchen, God shoves you in the oven   You want to die quick? Then don't talk, just listen   But I can take slow death, I'll beat the Plan   I'll become divine since I'm leading the damned      Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand   Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand   Going to dynamite the ground   On which you stand