"The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,

For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating.

The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,

To be owned, to be cherished, to be fucked for the naming.

The public are shocked by the state of society,

But as for you, you're a breath of purity.

Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes,

You can pack them away with the rest of your lies."