From The Depths Songtext
von Sebastian Melmoth

In this grey, windowless room
A certain cretin spews out half-digested rhetoric
Closing down hospitals and funding dictatorships
Are some of his favourite pastimes
Blue-blooded semen decide what is best for us
Porcelain cuboids and stifling air
As we choke on our black diarrhetic
They complain about the height of their mighty high chair
Free marketeers deserve the same fate
As the lobsters on which they dine on


Let′s build a wall encircling their friends and relatives
And set the hounds on them
Fetch me my guillotine
I want a revolution with a faint, rustic air
Fetch me my guillotine
I want a revolution with a flamboyant, artistic flair
Fetch me my guillotine
I want this revolution to be a grand, poetic endeavour
Fetch me my guillotine
I'm curious to see how long a head lives after its severed