The Joystream - Anaal Nathrakh

No cup from the master’s table

No drop of wine

To slake the thirst of those

You yourselves say were born divine

How does your bounty taste?

Dining on carrion,

What have we done?

Nothing, nothing, nothing!

Bathe — in the joystream,

Twenty-nine thousand children to tame,

Tomorrow… the whole world!

Try force your right, fill every room

Splash across every surface

Like some obscene money shot

How does your carrion taste?

Are you not filled with pride?

When will we permit this to end?

Never, never, never!

Bathe — in the joystream,

Twenty-nine thousand children to tame,

Tomorrow… the whole world!

How does your bounty taste?

Dining on carrion,

What have we done?

Nothing, nothing, nothing!

Bathe — in the joystream,

Twenty-nine thousand children to tame,

Tomorrow… the whole world!

Bathe — in the joystream,

Twenty-nine thousand children to tame,

Tomorrow… the whole world!