The world makes monsters, and then refuses to mother them
Lacking in love, the lost and confused choose to spread suffering
Smothering siblings with an indifference for screaming victims
Treating the innocent with torment, time’ spent doing sick things
Sentiment’s hell-bent, a fallen angel grounded by clipped wings
Surrounded by shade, songs of lament ricochet as dry lips sing
Sordid rewards are stolen while holding the hilt of a sword
Terror cells defraud GOD, swearing a golden idol is Lord
Hyping-up the title deserved, homicidal, plus idle with words
The blind remain restrained, looking through an eyeful of curds
Frightful at first glimpse - this bloodthirsty jinx runs riot
Satellite’s pushed past the brink; now the link’s gone quiet
Hearts hardened in dislike rage relentlessly pumping spite
Humans with blown fuses and gripes known to be nothing nice
An unblessed fate unfolding, strife addicts’ still sucking that pipe
Deaths gates are open wide; so it’s too late for fucking advice
All sense appears densely drenched by peculiar images
Targets fall clutching wrenched guts, and spew plasma spillages
Sinning in limitless lust, each extreme brings a dream of a buzz
Raping and pillaging everything that’s seen if-not touched
Consciousness is concussed, fast becoming a fiend for the rush
Live shit to light the scene, there’s no screen from this grudge
Measly mortals crumble between blood-spattered thumbs
Unleashing enough cold to leave souls shattered at-once
Cats battered and crunched, ate for lunch, tattered then munched
Keeping it blunt in this globe of lousy bastards and cunts’
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