I've got a message for you And you're not gonna like it The poison is in you It's something you're born with And you're not gonna fight it You're too weak to fight it Nothing left but to feed it Until it's strong enough to feed on you I've got a message for you And you're not gonna like it Your classification Is meat for the monster The monster you trusted The beast you created Is raping your freedom So if you're not gonna kill it Then, pray for death Pray for death Pray for death Pray for death...