Doom will rain, from the skies
Like shrapnel it will make me blind
I am eaten by the flies
I am turned on by your wounded cries
I have an idea
I think you should die here
I have an idea
Slit your wrists without fear!
Feel the maggots, they are your friends
Poison your blood be-fore it all ends
I have an idea
I will slice your rear
I have an idea
Corpses of what you hold dear
Dead children, and thunderstorms
Pestilence waits in your Mother's form
This is your last request
You should make it your best
Hellwhores ravage you
Veins are being cut through
I have an idea
I think you should die here
I have an idea
I have an idea
I HAVE AN IDEA
I have an idea!
I HAVE AN IDEA
I HAVE AN IDEA!