They beckon death, welcome it to your door Eat the rich but feed the poor? This is their utopia, the woke paradise The propaganda machine's kicked into overdrive Welcome to the gulag The putrid stench that radiates from the left, that foul odor from years of being fed shit, consumed by sanctimonium our society governed by virtuous decay They preach for equality, with venom dripping from their tongues, sickles & hammers disguised as picket statements, Hate germinates from both sides of the spectrum, The voice of hypocrisy begins to crescendo all around us, Sit back and gaze upon the blood flow From the mindless The fucking spineless Watch the weak unite They beckon hate Slithering serpents of hell Fuck the rich and kill the poor This is their utopia the woke paradise The propaganda machines kicked into overdrive In the labyrinthine corridors of ideological strife, Where shadows of discord dance upon the knife, Echoes of a paradigm, fractured and torn, prey for our death, a symphony forlorn. At your door, a spectral invitation welcome to demise, a morbid congregation Yet, the paradox unfolds, a riddle obscure Feast on opulence, yet nurture the poor? In this utopia, a canvas painted "woke," Where paradigms clash, and narratives provoke. The propaganda engine roars, cacophony profound, A surreptitious dance on truth's battleground. The vulnerable lead like sheep to the shearer, As ethics dissolve in the river of shame Vulnerable souls easily swayed, a canvas of flesh manipulated Cuckateers of facade exploit the weak A masquerade applaud Culture entwined, castrated minds Suppresses all truth The puppeteer of propaganda the failed state a product of the agenda Souls devoured by their fallacy Hypocrisy foreverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
