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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