Paroles de Requiem For A Turd World
Christ is lowered, needing thoughts to existA wicked time is at hand
This tone your holocaust
And virtue is for the dead
Cold cacophony surround you mind
Trade slavery
Slave traitor
Bloodied, chained and dying
Freedom is a vice of your mind
Born of idiocry
Among mountains of whispered lies
And the trails of the foe
Bloodied, chained and dying
Freedom is a vice of your mind
Born of idiocry
Among mountains of whispered lies
And the trails of the foe
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