This is a day when everything's sick

My tongue's stuck, my lungs burn all colors are sick

This is everyday, I'll impose it on all

To prove that I am though I'm revoltingly small



My person, my belongings, I break them at will

No classes, no families, no nations, no ties

I'm swallowed screaming by oceans of bile

Feel how it soothes when you take to the skies



How I won the war

How I won the war

How I won the war

How I won the war



I am what smells when you didn't wash

I'm the remains that smell in your sink

Your world's looking bright and I'm too weak to destroy it

I'm too faint to be seen or else you'd enjoyed it



This is my church and I, myself, built it

I'm the last, I'm the last, Oh god I'm filthy

The world will be the prey, and eventually it'll eat us:

The power of the slime of which I am the phoetus

[Repeat]



How I won the war - You never did

How I won the war - You never did

How I won the war - You never did

How I won the war - You never did