From the recording Atmospheric Slime
Lyrics
Bodies rotting drying in the sun cold blood drying putrid satisfaction mere men judging final stone is cast final result residual aftermath. Medals mean nothing only victory one way to achieve kill the enemy. Not one man lives on after I am done massive genocide I am the only one. See my life through twisted eyes there's nowhere left to run count the bodies of the ones who died but in the meantime I live on.