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

If hospitals
Then prisons must bring pain
be ashamed to slaughter
The of humanity is cruelty

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

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

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

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

needed
A bloody vessel for your
If man death then death makes man
Tear the torso with and chains

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

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

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