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

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

But is never redemption
Any fool can yesterday
Nail it to the of Lords
You will be buried in the box as a killer
As a killer, as a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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