Thy Art Is Murder
Thy Art Is Murder - Whore To A Chainsaw lyrics
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You maggots Swarm my earth Infect me with putrid disease Your vermin Your genocide Extermination, extermination of whores I take a chainsaw to my ultimate despise Whore to a chainsaw is my purist form of pride I cannot live with them amongst this mess Amongst this mess I need to end this Insult to the human population of this world Die you fucking whores You putrid waste of space Stop breeding fucking rats You bitches gonna get it Bitch your dead Bitch your dead, there's no life in you You are the creation of something so obscene It makes me sick to see your lungs still fill with air And never die Why do they never die? I am the only one who'll live Just because I can't be seen Doesn't mean I can't be felt Amongst this mess You disgust me Eradication of them all Whore to a chainsaw