A painful, drawn-out death
You�ll get what�s coming your way
Merely a fraction of the suffering that you have caused
You�ve led a double life, of torture, rape and murder
Sadistic acts, carried out in bursts of rage
In this world, there�s no cure for your sickness
Our time, poisoned, plagued by your existence
Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!
...When you�re done...
Another life has ended
Are you proud? Do you feel satisfied?
A helpless victim builds a sense of power in you
But that power will soon be ripped to shreds!
In this world, there�s no cure for your sickness
Every human poisoned, plagued by your existence
Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!
(Solo: A. Bertilsson)
They died in vain, enduring sickening pain
Your victims, all slain, to you it is a game
Never felt shame, since media gives you fame
�Murderer� is your name, and you deserve all blame!
In this world, there�s no cure for your sickness
Everything... poisoned, plagued by your existence
Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery! |
