Like rats abandoning a sinking ship
Smiling through bloodstained lips
At your apocalypse
It's time to go

Watching the carnage
Gives us quite a rush
The only smell is death
We need a courtesy flush
Sweet loss of hope

We are the roaches
On your floating corpse
Too bad you had to go
But thanks for your support
On with the show

That's what you get
For living over us
Smells like you get it now
We need a courtesy flush
Death from below

You are all so full of shit
You're startin' to overflow
I hope you die there on your throne
I hope you die there on your throne
I hopе you die there on your thronе
(Yeah!)
(Fuck!)