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They are dying for your pleasure

the lighting in the fog, you’re getting a human being

the stampings in the far, nirvana of the pleasure

the crowd behind the hero starting to count

shiny blurs on the walls.

You are a saviour of humanity

the machine getting blood of the innocent

there’s to clap on the shoulders

left you managed to kill,

we’re members of your club

you’re the king, you can come between us

respected humanists.

The lord of the cult without scruple

is getting mad and doing fun for everybody arround

the hunger after your bullet that’s what we want

the aversion.

They are crying, they are on their knees

they are vibrating of the templation

the today’s age is getting oportunities

to become famous television’s entertainer

to be darling of the black notes

To get the smoke from the hot barret

the madness you have made note for everlasting

the weak horse died without fame

by stronger pursued your success to the skyes

they are waiting for another reason for scandal.

Orgasm over rotten corpse

record that! it’s will be a show

we hack monument - not for victim

they are pay us for see die

aim is calm you before sleeping.