Murder on the Dancefloor - Thoughts Of a Misanthrope | Текст песни

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Fuck this race. I hope that we are all wiped off the earth.
Only time will tell when mans reign on earth will come to an end.
What have we become?
A species on the brink of our own extinction
From our own egotistical ways.
I am just a man living amongst all the filth in this world.
I hate you all, your lives are all meaning less in my eyes.
Such worthless walks of life,
I renounce this world,
I would rather be dead than watch all you motherfucker breath.
Bile seeps into my mouth from the thought of man even having a chance of survival,
This needs to fucking end,
We have to stop reproduction of our plague spreading far to fast,
I grow ill from these thoughts,
I contemplate slugs to the face of every woman man child on the brink of existence. They'll fall.

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