LYRICS: Prowling the streets, searching for a victim Treacherous whore carried by her pet. Like used toilet paper Black mitts leave unclean stains. Inherited rope skills, Used on White traitors Zoophiles and their animal lovers Necks wrapped tightly Nooses as cocoons Multiple clicks as vertebra detach. A checkered Newton's Cradle A cultural art piece complete
The border of our countries Decorated with corpses of traitors
The day of the rope
Mixed couples, hidden away in secrecy Never to be seen again
The day of the rope Another day has passed A job well done One less problem in the world