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I who you think you are
You damn well you're God or something
God give life, God it away, not you
I think you are the itself

If cure
Then must bring their pain
be ashamed to slaughter
The center of is cruelty

But there is never
Any can regret yesterday
Nail it to the of Lords
You will be in the same box as a killer
As a killer, as a

A drained white body hangs the gallows
Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet
not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims
The die young and right now we crouch to make them strong

Kill Yeltsin, who's
Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori
and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic

Give them respect deserve
Give them the respect they
Give them the respect deserve
Give them the respect deserve

Execution
A bloody for your peace
If man makes death then makes man
Tear the torso with horses and

Killers view like they view the world
pick at the holes
Not punish less, the pain
Sterilize rapists, all I preach is

Kill Yeltsin, who's
Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit,
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori
Blanche and Pickles, Amin,

Give respect they deserve
Give them the respect they
Give them the respect deserve
them the respect they D E S E R V E