That's some weak death metal you're praising Whatever works for you Deeper levels of hell to be raising Got better things to do You say you want a revolution It's nothing but a game Pleased to meet you, mister, get your gun Hope you guessed my name You still believe everything you're told Without a question why Realize you enjoy being controlled Accept you love the lie Weak death metal is all that you've known From the days of your youth One day I will show you, when you have grown Black metal is the truth