WarheadMature

Tear everything apart, there is no room for anything but hatred,

Territorial pissings, paint the boundaries with the blood of your rivals.

Love is for the weak, love is for the poor; you rip the flesh from the carcass of

This dying society.

 

A handprint of destruction, red and bloody, scar it

Into the bodies of this god-forsaken world, 'cause peace will follow this

Rainfall of bullets.

 

Broken, empty machines, mass murder, kill by number,

Kill for anything, emotions will only make you weak.

Suicide inside, it's time to let go of humanity, let's all play a game of

Murder in cold blood.  

 

The End

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