There is no rest for the wicked The struggle is from within There is no peace to be had in the denial of sin Where nature is revealed you crave confusion You are no one without your war Whoremaster and whore Where there is peace, you conjure conflicts from the air Where there is food, you starve your flesh
Whoremaster Warmongler Intellectual effeminate Bent on imminent disaster Spawn by your hate
In your wealth you are poor Who can fathom the crooked ways of man Whoremaster and whore Dogs of war
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You give all your freedom away Someone's bitch, someone's slave You don't know no other way to be You'd rather die in bondage than learn how to live free Whoremaster The decline of the west You get the rapes for free But sure as Hell, you pay for the rest You bite the wallet and bend over for rectal intrusion By the tower of Babylon that you made And the ones who stand line are the guardians you paid Whoremaster You bite your tongue And gouge your eyes To blind yourself from the truth that you despise
Whoremaster Warmongler Intellectual effiminate Bent on imminent disaster Fed by your hate
Whoremaster You make virtue out of vice Whoremaster Born once, dying twice Whoremaster Emissary of lies WhoremasterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
