The man he plans and the gods who damn,
But listen to my friend:
If you have never finished your deeds,
And seem them to the end.

No chance or accident that
At last you're sitting on the
Edge of a gully
Senseless rebel
Who's mad at everybody

The man he plans and the gods who damn
In among this riotesse
A cut throat from razord edges
Isn't more ain't violence
Abstract who gives a fuck
Bacause I don't justify my game take it
Shelter won't make you make it

You're dead... beware...
You're dead...

The man he pland and the gods who damn
Contingency's violence
All action a person made as
Something else than riotesse
Master serving the slave revolution
Anarchy raving chaos
Nothing can save you from loss

You're gone... beware...