One, two, three, society
Four, five, oh, plastic pie
Six, the weight of your faith
Nine, ten, screw it again
There was a man and he went mad
Grim was the look of psychopath
Psychopath of bursting ego
Only two words spoke and he'd go
Bastard, infertile
And I'll get still
Bitch, virgin, die
It's empty feel
Open lies
But mine went back
Modern man
Spreading sick vibe plague
Stop the madness of mass pride
Save what's left inside
Accept that you are sick
We think of it our own
Collective parasite
When he destroys what he creates
It's a shame, a big mistake
When he destroys something of nature
It's a progress for his future
Lost in maze
Under instruction
Pain retriever
Aim of mission
Devolution
Slaughter production
King of fools
Mass recognition
Stop the madness of mass pride
Save what's left inside
Accept that you are sick
We think of it our own
Collective parasite
One, two, three, society
Four, five, oh, plastic pie
Six, the weight of your faith
Nine, ten, screw it again
Stop the madness of mass pride
Save what's left inside
Accept that you are sick
We think of it our own
Collective parasite
Stop the madness of mass pride
Save what's left inside
Accept that you are sick
We think of it our own
Collective parasite
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