You see what I mean with totally pain?They're not worth
The sword beats to the leftAnd lets fascism growHear the
Rotten world, empty wordsNoone cares, decadenceYou are blind, cause you
Burning bomb - anarchyBurn what's wrong - burn the pigsRed
The buildings are made of goldThe sun shines brightOut of
Finally it's over, a hard week of workHe's coming home,
Sliced, hacked and grindedBy a mortal undeadChosen for dinnerPay it
Avarice around the world, in every townYou find these men,
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