Nosferatu & Mad Dog - Lack Of Existence | Текст песни

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With the cold hands of executioners they smiled

Their existence is a crime
Their seat, their robe, their tie
Their land deeds
Their hired guns
They're the crime!

Bullshit!

Just kill a maaaaaa...
Go with it now

I will see my own blood flow!
How I could just kill a man!
Bullshit!

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