Satan Rejected My Soul; As Low As

The Royal Family To Me Are Not England, And They Are Not The Flag.

I Smoke 'cos I'm Hoping For An Early Death And I Need To Cling To Something.

When I'm Lying In My Bed, I Think About Life And I Think About Death. And Neither One Particularly Appeals To Me.

You Either Approve Of Violence Or You Don't, And Nothing On Earth Is More Violent Or Extreme Than The Meat Industry.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.