Dysphoria - Satyriasis XXI | Текст песни

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During the burial when I stared with my eyes spread
Infant warrior has received a glimpse of idea
If the war is wrong, then why you're a slave
In your own country while killing dozen of foreigners
This is your war, and I'm your weapon
What a sad lies!
Hold your fucking gun and aim it at innocent victim
Standby, burn it, go!
Wake up to be despised for
Spared guilt on killing beautiful
Shared the deadly dance again
Death is now shining
How many lives have you destroyed?
The government is paying you for being plague
For poorer and less-developed
The idea stored inside you
Which they don't want to be out
and weight something
It's all about genetic freedom
So it shall be blocked forever in blotto mind
With no way to retrieve it
The only jest about it tells you:
“Shut you mouth and be our knife”