I'm on the bus A crowded cage I am enraged No seat is free
A starving child For money begs He has no legs It brings me glee
In corner reeks A bum for weeks Yellow fluid From him leeks
Young-born yell Death knell With my own hands I'll chop off their heads
My heart begins Fiercely to beat For in the front I see a free seat
Wretched bastards I push away I kick a bum I've cleared up my way
I use the kid To clean my seat From all the vomit Covering it
I claim my throne My possession The final step To my salvation
A shabby deformity Enters the cavity Old and brittle Ready to drink blood
With bug-filled hair She starts to stare The search for a victim Has already begun
She closes in on me And that is when I see What I've always feared She wants to take my seat
The time is to fight She will witness my might I'll turn her into dust And her face will be crushed
Fist in the face Fist in the face Fist in the face Fist in the face
Skull breaks Brains spill Eyes explode I feel the thrill
No old lady No crippled man No pregnant woman Will make me stand
Two courageous man They approach to help But what they don't know She's already dead
They take out their guns I prepare my hands I rip out their hearts I eat them and I'm fed
Driver shits himself Terrified he cries Violently he pukes He bleeds from he's eyes
I tear off his arms I shove them in his ass In the afterlife He will find no rest
Fist in the face Fist in the face Fist in the face Fist in the face
Skull breaks Brains spill Eyes explode I feel the thrill
No old lady No crippled man No pregnant woman Will make me stand
His head in the grip of my hands His head disconnected around my arm bends Bus full of casualties, like pigs they'll squeal Destination chasm, I drop the wheel
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