Look around you there is nothing to see Except the asses and pumped up tits glittering faces and silicon lips empty brain hookers won the round
On TV In the bus on the streets all over earth globalistic culture is bringing the dirt
Money and fame is all they need they will ride thousands of cocks to fill their greed Hookers don't see that their soul bleeds globalistic culture upon them feeds
Fancy haircuts,polished nails fags acting like victims all desecrated shitting about their broken hearts their life is same like their fate
Like all fashion they will die but its existence won't make us cry we will withstand and breed upon our anger we will feed
