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6AM: A misanthropic mumble at six o`clock in the morning while contemplating the subtleties of human existence… (Забодаю И Съем 2014)
6AM the Jazz begins Suck through a fag Inject the beans… Then siege an underground keep Tucked in a mass of fellow creeps Hunched over in a sweating pack With bags and knuckles in my back
An iron worm in concrete wreath My skin it reeks with someone’s breath A many-faced yet faceless pile I close my eyes and hope you choke in pain and fucking die
Like squads of roaches that pest your kitchens The human virus spreads through the eons Malignant tumor of god’s creation A rotten lot in procreation
Change the line en route to hell Terminal Inferno
Amoeba nation — you make me sick So full of yourselves, pathetic gimps A belch of nature lord’s greatest joke Extermination — the only choice
Worm spits out the masses, crazed in frantic madness, on they rush Stomp and maim each other, mad at one another, kill and crush Empty stands the Golden Throne Hell has frozen to the bone God and Devil both are gone In this world we are alone
Bones are cracked and ground, pain’s the only sound, in my ears All that was constructed, hauled into destruction, all these years Empty stands the Golden Throne Hell has frozen to the bone God and Devil both are gone In this world we are alone