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• Artiste: Holy Mountain
• Titre: Lord Of All Enemies
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As you lord over this collapse and catastrophe its hard to tell if your supporters maintain this presence with larger numbers or larger mouths If its a vocal majority then by a slim margin Your existence cheapens the species, but seems to please the sheep in the cheap seats From deep in the heart of the war machine its hemorrhaging cost, in dollars and lives, is lost on you To one who's never had a real job, what worth is money? To one who's never fought a war, what worth has human life? To a motherfucker that's never had to want for anything in his entire life, what the fuck do you know about our needs? Until that day you sleep with Reagan sleep with Hitler and every other murderous enemy motherfucker Until that day I can spit on your grave You'll continue this joyous mission to kill and starve us to drive us bankrupt I'll wait and wonder where the next Hinckley will turn up