Oh, my distorted smile will tighten its grip

Now somebody is asking, "When you will disappear?"

You have to believe yourself to be happy now

You can't rely on someone else to be happy, happy

All hands on the courtesy cunt

Get fucked stud, I know you will burn in hell

For pretending to be the God of man, I demand of you

Pretend to burn in hell to be the God of all

Will follow me, you're fucking right

All at sea my teeth are made of baby hair

'Cause it won't take us long to come 'round!