It’s Behind You.
Fucked by Goats.
Crucifixes on fire.
Nothing as it seems.
This world is a script.
Fall prey for the plan.
Open your own store of hate,
Sell it, sell it!
We all of us reporters.
Like it?
No?
I must make it stronger,
Louder,
More violent.
Then they’ll love it,
And me.
Death of morals,
Death of spirit.
Individual battles for god~head, flute playing ¥ Nazi mechanics.
Watch your back,
You’re creating your history,
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