Luyện nghe bài hát Politics Of Domination

I have come to myself. But I still reject all the
you stuffed in my mouth. Justification in my rage,
Born into hope led to a cage. So go on and bury
me,like I was here,never part of history. Deny
the crimes in my name. Mutilate my cunt,
a dick in it's place. You have come inside of me,
bloodied and vicitimized my history.
Justification in my rage, Born into then led to a
Cage. The now yours, A man and his whores,
our dreams, armageddon phallusies.
Blowing whistle and shooting your load,
propagating illusions, enforcing control. i'd
quietly into history. Disciples of Aristole,
you're all powerful. Cold, rich and impotent,
Vampyric. They'll you in the end, If not in body
in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Painting
pictures of history, with a self-rightous of
artistry, all and Exclusionary. Not at all
visionary. They'll you in the end. If not in body
in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Feeding off the
lost. No minds of their own. Breeding us to and
be devoured. One day life bleeding kingdom will
fall,and i'll be there saying" I told you so".
So burn all the witches and black out your lies.
your secrets, one at a time. These bones are an
army. They me to face my enemy.