Now I break in to your larder
and I defecate shit into your food supplies
This way I make you sick
and let you spit blood from your own throat

Help is what you beg but you won't get it
When no one replies your appeal, you just blame yourself
You won't notice that help is what you deny from yourself
and in the end you will be choked at your own shit

...and this is what I wait
Cause I desire living space
to raise above all of this
this divine mammal

When you are dead, I will gnaw at your flesh
and in my own paradise the reek of earth is what I smell
I harvest my crop and my pleasure will never end