Warsore piosenki

Molester of humans Frenzied disposer of bodies Hunted his prey to the point of extinction Efficient at his work Holding the record Of 52 confirmed kills 

Government detention taunted with their abuse Branded refugee swung by their noose Confined to prison camps, devalued and Degraded Lying in my own excrement Forced to exist in shit An alien existence covered in scars Face down in my own blood 

Exploit the suffering of others Ritualize your hate. Create an enemy Of the people. Chain me to the floor Smash my face to bits Turn your guns on this filth Nothing but enemies Cook the hammer, let them bleed 

stop posing and kill someone your macho death threats are wearing thin, you reek of lies the stench of pretense stop posing and kill someone you waste my time mentally so take the chance and kill someone have the guts, kill someone 

Neurotoxin in the vein Muscle spasm increased pain Blurred vision, spasmodic breathing Chemical death, going into seizure Sweating blood, paralysis Viral infection killing us Succumb to military hate Taste the shit, we're all fed Lick the boot of arm...