There's also a remix by Current Value, with the same lyrics.
One night, sodom […] type
Spilled words and accents like blood from fright night
End of the market day, fruit not ripe
That's getting thrown in the gutter
[Slippers / sleepers] whisper sickness
Rappers get asunder with the quickness of lightning delayed
[Latency / they ain't see] thunder
Ripping up in a town from beneath the grounds [under the deep]
We lounge under the sound but we'll travel [on rafter / and rupture]
Unravel your structure
Gene code breaking down [so battle of monster / master] strength
Need no weapons, [spit shells], rappers [get touched up / , guitar star]
Only the strong survive, get shaken, arise and thus start to be taken alive
You'll be taken alive [while your] route to demise
While our weed smoke to new heights [of / and] blue skies
The mind's eye never lies
Closed and lost like god's severed [divine ties / divine's highs]
Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these [stores / thoughts / souls / skills] we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
[2x]
Yo, I stay [livid / living]
Brain withered and face grinning
Chase women, race winning, in this fake kingdom
Race to place faith in this fake system
[stray] pilgrim
Changing name 'til his fate gives in
Days spinning, out of control
Time's speeding
Mind feeling for hope
But my life's bleeding
I write, read, and recite
[Believe / bereave] that despite freedom my life's leaving
Three times of the wind of this [nice evening]
I fight feelings
Dry feeling, my frail skin
My plight's flimsy
Like the tale of a fel king
Set sail to the blue yonder [and hope for] no return
[Let's / legs] be failing, [she's to wonder] if our souls should burn
I close the urn
Toes turned to the wind
[Fools / false] discern
These yokes are learning to sin
[Hurl] within crushed feelings of a lust lost
[Lost city] that's believing that we must rot
Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these [stores / thoughts / souls] we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths