The defeated, the weak, the system The divine world gave birth To a thousand charlatans They weep, they scream For who they are they shall be intervened Tools of torture rusted blades Every piece of flesh the torsos they come cleaned Every piece of me pounds the fecal minds of the slaves Crushed on thousands with the gentle blast Pavement of a thousand torsos is now complete For me I walk on the path with the divine beatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.