Don't come to me, babbling your empty phrases
Like your hollow words would make any difference
Don't come to me, whining about injustice
In this brutal world of mine there's no forgiveness

'Cos I have a vision of my own
And you're not part of the plan
You shall reap what you sow
And your own shit hits the fan

Crawl before me, yes it's so fuckin' pointless
Lining endlessly, grey stream of bastards
Worthless, brainless flock of lambs for the slaughter
Zombified, drooling mongoloids, that's what you are

'Cos I have a vision of my own
And you're not part of the plan
You shall reap what you sow
And your own shit hits the fan

Don't come to me!
Crawl before me!

'Cos I have a vision of my own
And you're not part of the plan
You shall reap what you sow
And your own shit hits the fan

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