Our blood will irrigate Droplets on the mouths of youths Spewing agenda from our lungs Wasted air Combating society with its same techniques The sound of civil war, discord, and cacophonous uproars Music to my ears Said the deaf man
Mutilation vested unto our own flesh and blood Extermination of race and all its kin Cutting off our own heads Opening wounds for our predators to feast upon We are moving backwards
Let the wolves feast upon us, for we deserve it
Let the strongest survive and allow our filth to be exterminated.