ingrid yawned and sucked on the spit that went sour in her mouth

hard to swallow in that blowout dust and grime

hard to say why she survived when so many fell

she don't miss the safety she don't miss the guilt from first world providence

such a relief we're all in the same world now

operatic sympathetic protest moans

such a pity primitive machete genocide

never happen here we're far too fucking wise

i won't miss the safety i won't miss the guilt from first world providence

such a relief we're all in the same world now

it's not gods it's just men pulling the strings that bring the end

second coming of the wild makes the world more unified

virgin graveyards virgin ruins round

one more chance to live one day's honest life

we won't miss the safety. we won't miss the guilt from first world providence

such a relief we're all in the same world now