Outride the reaper nealschvitz

FUCK THOSE HUCKSTERS Cheating in MY HEAD FUCK YOU BITCHES Go to SUCK A DICK FUCK THIS PARTY It's a PIECE OF SHIT FUCK YOU in The name of G.O.D. WITCHING HOUR And I'm so FUCKED COZ' This female SHIT!!! A HELL ON HEELS A HELL ON HEELS SORRY DUDE You're Gonna dance ON BLOOD SORRY BITCH if I Cut your HEAD OFF SORRY GUESTS I'm Gonna kill YOU all SORRY GOD You'll Always BE ALONE WITCHING HOUR And I'm so FUCKED COZ' This female SHIT!!! A HELL ON HEELS A HELL ON HEELS NO MEANS NO WAY ALWAYS NO MEANS NO WAY!!!

Awake with a scream Nightmare so real Buts as clouds drift By my reality nears How to render The present is worse? Alone with the dying, Rotten and dead I write to my loved ones One final farewell We march in our chains Oiled by greed We march at the Dawn for the war machine Our morals are gone, My heart turned to stone We killed and maimed Til our conscience was gone So what is our purpose, Our will to live? i cry for humanity, For the blood on our hands But at the final hill we make Our last stand At dusk we sleep in Shallow graves Never to wake as we Drift into Dawn Out of Hades You're standing on the shore and Look out over the horizon You see nothing but a blackened Sky in front of your eyes Don't look for answers in the Heaven above because you find none Nothing to worship Nothing to follow No one to hear your prayers The path of the believer is the Path of the weak and afraid Phase this Godless Earth for what it is Stand strong - resist the lies In the end you only got yourself Fight, create your own reality Don't let them steal your life

Imperial slaves Convenient remains Feed them and bleed them (They pay) overdue gratitude Take - my helping hand Pity deeds from the promised land I fucked you and you owe me Don’t you worry – work makes you free Imperial slaves Follow my faith Born to serve me (Embrace) core-periphery You grow my spices You grow my tea You give me your oil And take rubbish from me

Darkness resides in the heart Saliva spreads over my own reflection A devil cursed smiled creeps into the corners of my mouth I know what I am, I hate myself, worthless shit I've hidden the truth for too long I look everywhere else but not at myself I've seen the worst Of what man can achieve I've smashed and railed my own false convictions Against the barrage of reality Truth died long ago, the truth died long ago The thin wires of corrupted ambition pull tight on my neck Pull tight on my neck

Ignorance is bris and I'll be your mohel I'm here to cut you from this mortal coil Ignorance is bris and my scalpel rips I work pro bono and just keep the tips Forsake your foreskin (ignorance is bris) No cheese on your meat (ignorance is bris) And on the 8th day you bring me your boy I'll sharpen my blade; streamline his toy Unclean phallustines! Ignorance is bris! We'll cut your dicks off, until the end of time