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

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

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

A drained white body from 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
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit,
Dahmer, Nielson, Ueda
and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic

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

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

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

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

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