6 acessos
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!