Time to smother, time to love her
time to hate and create another time to smother.

I was told upon my Mother's knees that days like these were few and far between, but I have seen the sloping of the shadows bearing arms.

Time to **** your brother baby, time to **** another maybe time to **** some time and more.

I'm sick and tired of being wired to the bomb,
press the detonator
save some time,
I'll see you later when the dust has settled and
the noise has died away.