Root out the roots of misery, we will not let this happen again
Those malicious herbs planted by society have grown This field of impurity will be sprayed on gasoline The scarecrows won't scare the scavengers that plague us They feed on perversion of our kind The fond paraphilia of the most violent animal on the planet The one that kills for pleasure to satisfy his sexual desire massified by his increasing insanity
Humans, naturally disturbing beings Humans, genetically created to procreate This is the only thing the humanity has achieved through the years
What a disappointment The countless anecdotes of this tragedy will be forgotten What a waste The stench of future massacres increases as the days go by We became addicted draining the pleasure of the dead What a fucking shame
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See how my house is turned into nothing All idols will fall from their respective pedestals People will convulse when they see their crumbled beliefs
I broke their destinies, trampled what was already written for them Innocence is rewarded with suffering everyday Like a hangman I will execute your makingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
