We like to get fucked up, and do fucked up shit. This is what Helter Skelter is all about. "Why", you ask? "Why" is not the question. How? Now, that is a question worth examining. How could I, being born of such, uh... conventional stock, arrive a leader of the rebellion? A cult of the Dark Lord? An escapist from a conformist world, destined to find happiness only in that which cannot be explained? I am here, live on HaVoc, for a reason, but unfortunately each of you and your sentimental minds are doing me no good! My brain is frozen. Locked! I have to break free from this culture of mechanical reproductions and the thick encrustations dying on the surface! Whoopy-fucking-doo. If there is someone I can't stand it's Insidious. You had to come all fuckin' big stick, walkin' tall, like a big fuckin' hero. Got yourself to blame, hero. Look at you now, hero, you're gonna fuckin' bleed to death! And that is a promise Insidious. I want you to see what happens to heroes.. When we get done with everyone on this roster, they're gonna think Satan came down from Hell and raped them a new fucking asshole!
You listen to me, and you listen good! I am gonna beat the hell of every member of your Swifties! I'm gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I'm gonna skin em' alive! They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every fucking jews in 1945! They're gonna crawl on on their hands and knees, and they're gonna beg me for mercy! But all I'm gonna have for them is pain! Pain and Pain!
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever going to be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever going to be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
And a liar, and pathetic & alone in life...
