There is no ardor that you know
Where is the axiom that we’re owed?
And how do you fucking sleep?
You haven’t missed a wink
There is no allegiance where you go
Your sure-fire «mandates» are theoretical
‘Cause you’re anti- anti- antithetic to the cure
You’re anti- anti- antithetic to the cure
So «an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure»
This mortal solution, are you sure?
How do you fucking sleep?
You haven’t missed a wink
There is no honor where you are
Your sure-fire carte blanche is theoretical
‘Cause you’re anti- anti- antithetic to the cure
You’re anti- anti- antithetic to the cure
Anti- anti- antithetic to the cure
Anti- anti- antithetic to the cure!