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

If hospitals
Then must bring their pain
Don't be to slaughter
The of humanity is cruelty

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

A drained white hangs from the gallows
Is more than Hindley's crotchet lectures
Pain not penance, forget martyrs, victims
The weak die young and right now we 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 bloody for your peace
If man makes death death makes man
Tear the torso with and chains

Killers themselves like they view the world
pick at the holes
Not less, rise the pain
rapists, all I preach is extinction

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

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