Mind bent on order
You and me collide
Colossal violence
Nothing stands between me and you

The art of war is my creative realization
Nature’s course is curbed so my authority rukes

I don’t care what you think you are
I don’t want to see what you show of yourself
I don’t want to hear the shit you say
I don’t want to hear your conceited illusions

Clean up time it’s in my hands
Wipe away the filth with a shovel crunch
Pulverise your distant body parts
Sledgehammer the last remains tonight

I don’t care what you think you are
I don’t want to hear your conceited illusions

You’re vermin, you’re scum, you’re the things that make our skin crawl
So come and meet your fate
You’re dying to make it out of here alive but as they say
You’ve had your day

Hungry for death
Time to feed
Hungry for death

No pretence to judgement
I found my cause to kill
That’s all I ever wanted
That’s all I ever will

My whole mind
Bent on killing
My whole mind
It’s cleansing time

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