Story Behind the Song
A poem of nihilistic proportions placed to thick bludgeoning groves make for good background music at your next Saturday night bar brawl.
Inspired by the ranting of groups such as the Church of Euthanasia, Zero Population Growth and VHMENT.
A hardcore battle cry for a quicker thinning of the herd.
Your skin would make wonderful soap...
Lyrics
Humanity, breed of evil, with a will to be wiped out. Pestilence of this day and age, to this there is no doubt! Take what you've been given and all of it you destroyed. Wasteful, walking mindless... dreams, hope and faith devoid. (CHORUS) Instinctively self destructive, no room to expand. Always run the other way when pointed toward the promissed land. No need for forgiveness, just a promise that you won't breed! Crush you like the bug you are, that's one less mouth to feed. Hell is what we're living in, let it all fall, let it roll. In the end the piper gets his pay, this society takes its toll.
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