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You serve as an example
A feast for the murder
Black beaks rip at your tongue
While maggots feast on your lungs
Felt your gender crown slipping
While my trigger finger’s itching
You wrote laws to erase me
But you will never escape me
I will splay your ribs wide open
Filth falls for all to see
My contempt takes form
And takes away your everything
Slit throat and broken bones
Is all they’ll see when they drag you home
Curse another and find yourself cursed
Step to me and I’ll put you in a hearse
Violence for the sake of violence
You speak hate to the easily swayed
But think of me while you masturbate
Roaming round where my darkness lurks
You want me dead but I’ll kill you first
By the power vested in me
From the fires of damnation
I pronounce you sentenced to death
You may now kiss the blade
You say I’m a man but my dick lives in your head rent free so get on your knees and suck it you faggot motherfucker
Violence for the sake of violence
Blood for the sake of blood
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Find them
Kill them
Make them bleed
War, coming to your homes
Hunting row by row
Hatred I bestow
Upon your neck with a fatal blow
Find them
Kill them
Make them bleed
Snap another branch off their family tree
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SWOON
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If I had it my way
I’d peel back your scalp
And rend your sutures
To pick your brain
If I had it my way
I sink my teeth into the enemy
The antidote for your poison
I swoon at the taste of you bleeding
I’ll teach you fear
Feed you your flesh
Pray to deaf ears
Your organs blessed
Blessed by my hate
Sanctified by steel
Exaltation of the pain you feel
You become my pulpit
My altar to violence
When I’ve bled you pale
Go to sleep in your bed of nails
Is there anything sweeter than hatred?
More decadent than revenge?
I sink my teeth into the enemy
I swoon at the taste of you bleeding
You become the portrait of pain
The paradigm of agony
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Point your crooked finger somewhere else
Keep my people out of your mouth
I’ve heard enough of the shit that you sell
The call is coming from inside of your house
My agenda is
Death of your ideals
My agenda is
You fear like we fear
You go to a banquet for rats
In a dress made of cheese
Don’t be surprised to find
Your home infested with fleas
My skin burns
Beneath the shadow of the crucifix
My stomach turns
At every word you pious bitch
My agenda is
Death of your ideals
My agenda is
You fear like we fear
My dreams smells like death
I will bury your bones
Reaper’s sweet caress
Lets my fury flow
Lies, rage, pain, all you create is hate, stoke the flames, burn your shame, I’ll devastate, break, your bigot domain
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I’ll wear your teeth as a fucking necklace
And set fire to all of Texas
Tell me I don’t exist
When your nose meets my iron fist
My cup runneth over
With the roses in your veins
Your days are numbered
My bullets etched with names
Target practice
That’s all your life is worth
I’ll rip you from the hands of your god
Dragged to hell where you belong
No terfs on my turf
Genocide, erase them from the earth
Target practice is all you’re worth
My boot, your face in the fucking dirt
One of yours
For each of mine
You’re living on borrowed time
Talked your shit
Had your chance
You put this gun in my hand
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