Permanently - Superjoint Ritual

We’re taking on too much at once

Tables turning, the traps are set

We’re sticking our big dick into the business

That hardly concerns us, he’s ignorant

We’re pissing off our biggest rivals with a shrug or a shoulder

If we’re going into this half-cocked

We’ll get cold cocked, clean clocked

To permanently kill yourself

To permanently kill your family

To permanently kill your god

To permanently kill the rest of the fucking population

Malaise, contagious cadaver

Indisposed of flowering bacterial death display

Some will cry that this is the vengeance of death

And only to death, no great rewards

To permanently kill yourself

To permanently kill your family

To permanently kill your god

To permanently kill the rest of the fucking population

Destined to lay, suspended like a fetus in the womb

Your death experience is common and sobering

To the radiating children of the dead god