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Dying Fetus - Justifiable Homicide Dying Fetus - Justifiable Homicide |
*** Autor textu: John Gallagher *** Autor hudby: Dying Fetus | profits are the powermad’s motivating force, just a greedy aspiration to be fed put to the test, they’ll f..k all the rest, till all their rivals are dead…they’re dead Pushed on to fight as the pressure infects and their rotten intentions arise our retaliation forces are the primary front, we all have got to cut them down to size faceless prophets pushing Nazi policies, money is the God they defend the workers released, the lions are fed, its all just a means to an end, the war is here and the mission is clear, engage-enforce-erase ERASE who are they to say we’re free there’s no choices I can see just look around- the tension builds - who’s to blame when it comes down? drug laws, no privacy the last breath of sanity its all f...ed -cause what I see is too damn many brainwashed humans the forces of distension are released their products and corruption no one needs the cracks within the system start to show so lets f...ing let them know think if you can, your a f...ing waste of life one too may dreams have broken down through the past, it’s a spiral into night try if you can, break this cycle clean work for a wage, its a lie, its a mind game breaking your back for some mother f...er he doesn’t care, and no one really does life is short, so get up off your knees there’s no peace, till we rip off the roof of this whole desecration haul out the liars who claim who claim they "got a job to do" cause we all understand they're violent implications inside a world that needs us, to see the f...ing deal go through through false tenets heralding the "right to mass consumption" the population’s gluttony is spread fatter and weaker, no thinking’s allowed empty eyes on empty heads chaos surrounds as the system’s cut down, these f...ers are as good as dead once we tear out the heart in this evisceration you’ll know just where the f..k the world’s going to f..k you if you believe there’s no alternative that's where we fill-fill your empty void there’s no changing the faith of the common man he’s got life that your mind could never comprehend worthless waste just a shell of human life now cold dead, a death justified
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