Damn pleased to meet me the pleasure is all yours

Ain't you glad to see me here I open spiritual doors

Nothing's prohibited

Do what you feel

Nothing's your fault

Illusion is real

Fund the triumvirate of Chingiss and Caesar and me

Give me retrofitted scriptures so they can make sense

Charge a fee from me to thee subsequent recompense

Shake your ass and clap your hands interenactually

Dig deep now, you fucking marks, and give it unto me

(chorus)

Let us breed and multiply and fill this fucking earth

Let us gain control so we can say who can be birthed

Let us say what's wrong and right and kill those who oppose

Let us make up words like "good" and "evil" just like those

 

Dave - guitars and vocals

Brian, bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - drums

Ian- mastering