1. MY CUP OVERFLOWETH

Bastard son of blood and mirth, come forth
Ye cursed by your ancestor's own undoing
Your world shall be of your own merits
A filthy rag encrusted with your afterbirth

May your peace be stricken of you, replaced with the burden of death
May your poison be bittersweet, rotting from the whoring of your worth
May your malfeasance dull your joy as you writhe in wretched speech
'My cup overfloweth' prayed as you spit in the offering plate

(Tommy Rouse)
Not only does the curse thrive in your blood
You've welcomed it into your filthy home
Be joyful in the indifference of your existence
Blissful amidst the horrors you partake in
Drunken off of melancholic aspirations
Spewing the acrid acclamation of misanthropy
Consummating with the rage of pestilence
The hubris of euphoric degradation

May your malfeasance dull your joy as you writhe in wretched speech
'My cup overfloweth' prayed as you spit in the offering plate