IXXI
IXXI - That We May Kill The Mocking World songtekst
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Oh, fuck you and your constipaded indignation. This isn't politicts, it's just spite. Can't sympathize with your lamenation. So I'm evil, well, you're fucking right. Facism's only prudent in the future your equality has made. Who do you think will protect on your manufactured judgement-day? You kneel for shallow shit, you drum up mediocre lore. Where you are I am not at home, where you are I wage war. Long past decline of family, my "good man" lost in the haze. Breathing will to power, black music and anti-chstistian tastes. Contempt for mankind, whether famished or overabundant. Oh, I might be squandered like them, but far from as fucking redundant.