martes, 1 de febrero de 2011

...THE STENCH OF DEATH REVEALS THE TASTE... AN EMPTY SHELL IS ALL THAT REMAINS... SLOW DEATH...

A new beginning, a fresh clean path
Yet slightly curved and striving to come back
The one you thought you were is gone

A loss of faith, all bridges burned
A strong commitment to return
and find the place where it all began to... burn!

A failure, a disgrace
You'll get yourself erased

An old replacement will not do
Only fresh young meat will satisfy you
The purist in you tells you to stay clean

Your conscience now removed with haste
The stench of death reveals the taste
So precisely portrayed within frames - then replaced...

...the stench of death reveals the taste...
...an empty shell is all that remains...
...slow death...



Here's one for all the scum
The objects of our furious rage
The ones that we can live without
Those who drive us fucking insane

The Nazi scum - we curse you all!
The sexist pigs - we curse you all!
The upper class - we curse you all!
Neo-liberal fucks - we curse you all!

Those were really obvious
You all hate them, at least you should
Ironically there's plenty left
There are scum in a closer range

Bullshitting 'friends' - we curse you all!
Cheating motherfuckers - we curse you all!
Greedy rip-offs - we curse you all!
The hardcore elite - we curse you all!



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