Lyrics
Missionaries, with the word of gOD,
In this third world, delivering promises,
Of peace and justice for all.
In this chapter, humanity prepares himself,
To believe in those words,
How fool they can be, to trust in humanity.
Murders, killing with their own will,
Nobody capable to put an end to this (x3)
Nobody capable to put an end to this
Hypocrite ill.
Were sorry But you no longer exist.
4.SELF.DEFENCE.
So in self-defence I kill you
Like an animal when hes threaded
Your leaders have taking us,
To respect them and elect them,
And in your back, theyre the decease.
So help me gOD, if I wouldnt cut their throat,
Taking their useless bodies from their heads,
I will cut piece by piece and
Give them to feed the hungry vultures.
Missionaries, with the word of gOD,
In this third world, delivering promises,
Of peace and justice for all.
In this chapter, humanity prepares himself,
To believe in those words,
How fool they can be, to trust in humanity.
4.SELF.DEFENCE.
Were sorry,...But you no longer exist...
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