Lyrics
Postmortem Parasites:
Welcome to the next world conflict,
coffins have submerged
To corpses like toothpicks, don't give a shit
in blitzkrieg fashion pain.
I'd rather die, I'd rather die,
then be fistfucked, as his profit penetrates
I'd rather die, I'd rather die,
Wrapping us in soiled bodybags, postmortem parasites
We don't trust names of his bible,
Alone and diseased in their wake
Waste land of chaos, his reign shadowed the empire
Stuck together in his goddamn universe,
civilization in reverse
They don't give a fuck and don't even repent,
disposable flies in the hearse.
I'd rather die, I'd rather die,
then be fistfucked, to his profit penetrates
I'd rather die, I'd rather die,
Wrapping us in soiled bodybags, postmortem parasites
We don't trust names of his bible,
Alone and diseased in their wake
Crazy Waco-man spreadin seeds to the lady
Waste land of chaos, his god reigns over the empire.
*Were being taunted around, like maggots of the fruit,
Like shit on our freedom, always kicked and abused*
Stuck together in his goddamn universe,
civilization in reverse
They don't give a fuck and don't even repent,
disposable flies in the hearse.
I'd rather die, I'd rather die,
then be fistfucked, to his profit penetrates
I'd rather die, I'd rather die,
Wrapping us in soiled bodybags, postmortem parasites
*Were being taunted around, like maggots of the fruit,
Like shit on our freedom, always kicked and abused*
What comes around, goes around
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