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I who you think you are
You well think you're God or something
God life, God taketh it away, not you
I think you are the Devil

If cure
Then prisons must their pain
Don't be ashamed to
The center of is cruelty

But there is redemption
Any can regret yesterday
Nail it to the House of
You will be buried in the same box as a
As a killer, as a

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

Yeltsin, who's saying?
Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit,
Dahmer, Nielson, Ueda
and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic

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

needed
A vessel for your peace
If man makes death death makes man
Tear the torso with horses and

view themselves like they view the world
They pick at the
Not punish less, rise the
Sterilize rapists, all I preach is

Kill Yeltsin, saying?
Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit,
Dahmer, Nielson, Ueda
Blanche and Pickles, Amin,

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