The nauseating smell of waste contaminated by the blood dripping for the knife of a hatchet man a self-destructive (cruel) act in the name of a god that is used to justify a holy battle plan
It's going down now no hope for pow wow you can't expel the devil from his dwell there ain't no sanctuary safe enough no shelter built strong and tough to protect against this earthly hell
Out comes the batz they're leaving their cave soon they'll be outta sight out comes the ratz they are leaving the ship swimming off into the night out comes the vultures fleeing human discommend in this mayhem of dismay there'll be no tomorrow this is the end and tomorrow, no today
A game of sick monopoly polluted by the appetite for cash and to control a flock of sheep an atrocious quest for peace a certain route to genesis It's hard to comprehend the power of such a creep
