Behold the paragon-vermin of the world Rather a happy retard that a depressed Socratic nerd The German Buddha could not quell yearn for capacity But in your own submissive way, you sure found a way I piss on the nonsense of the greatest number I spit on remedial media's throne Only hate slaves misplaced with authority For masters will appeal to my tone..
(Refrain) Laying claim to primed unfading scruples All this for what? To sublimate the appreciation of your own overthrow In the face of transcendence, unreceptiveness, and providence A supreme being handing ladders, to those hanging by his rope.
I would carry The Old Scratch Banner just to be your enemy Raise my right arm just to piss you off... ...and while I'm at it send a bomb to Uncle CusTom Seems suitable given the title of this song...
Your weaponry as your leading, an unguided collective god-complex Like the end will come because you say so. Throughout history to this very day, it's been about happiness in the passing The unsurpassed decadence of your rise and fall Is my solemn redemptionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
