Your voice penetrates through my skull and my brain;
It's gutless and whiny sound.
You keep on going and my ears start to bleed;
How world is twisted and still all you do is whine.

All you do is whine.

All their villanies
are blood on your hands
as you delay your act

All their ill deeds
are blood on your hands
soon you will regret

Step up

Continuous complaining carves (a) hole in my soul
Your moaning forcing it open.
Consciousness escaping for self-protection;
Now my mind is empty and I'm full of this shit.

I'm full of this shit.

All their villanies
are blood on your hands
as you delay your act

All their ill deeds
are blood on your hands
soon you will regret

Demean them
It's now time to reap what you've sown
Demean them
Further irrigation will rot the crops

Demean

Time is running out - still I see no action
to save your worthless souls.
For once, do by your words before it's too late.
Before they pour more blood - blood on your hands.

Blood on your hands.