Clotted as the blood on my arm Is my despise towards the worthless mob No expressed words Would reach anyone anyhow Mystified world which has sense only for scum Trust is the road to nowhere Hungry mouths wait for your mercy Only blows from your filthy mouths will bring relief Filthy whores created to swallow semen Decapitated by their own conscience I will hurt your feelings Before you all die I will destroy your Jahwe Do not forget this pain Myth of your king will be all that remains!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
