Overgrown and rancid
We have fallen
There's nowhere left to go
But the bottom
The stench of self-consumption
Sticks like pollen
Let old times be forgotten
We are rotten

We've put our moral compass
Up for auction
That whitewash will explode
Like guncotton
Destination denigration
We are locked in
Let old times be forgotten
We are rotten

Screaming hollering and boycotting
We think we'll win the race
But we're crawling
Our hearts are turning black
Our blood's clotting
Let old times be forgotten
We are rotten

The stench of self-consumption
Sticks like pollen
Let old times be forgotten
We are rotten"