Call Me Anger - Degradation of Generation | Текст песни

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• Degradation of Generation

sex,sloth,suicide

sound of your voices
mien of your faces
makes me dream you'll die

fashion out of decencies
wrath i feel when you're beside me
tired eyes become bloodshot

when i hear your stupid laugh
ask me "why?"
spoiled whores and queers i see
here's the one to jeer at
death is nigh your putrid soul is mine

pretty skulls that smash out loud
your eyeballs funny without pupils
being without sense of your life
makes me doubt that you are human
squeal.the scythe is sharp
your flesh is lithe

cry,squeal,entreat your saviors
i am here
blood inside you choking
let it breathe
christ is deadly ill
i'm sure almost
way to live you've chosen
will overthrow your cross

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