112 – Dream with maggots
I don’t care with your flags
I don’t care with your speech
You are all the same for me
Filthy swines who batten on me
Worms are laughig at lambs
As they suck their blood
As they praise themselves
How long we bear…
This comedy
This shame
This pain
I imagine
As you pray for mercy
Your gun in my hand
I become your hangman
To fulfil your end
Worms are laughing at lambs
Our patience endless
Because we are so weak
How long we bear…
This comedy
This shame
This pain
I imagine
As you pray for mercy
Your gun in my hand
I become your hangman
To fulfil your end
I wanna be rope on your neck
I wanna be knife in your back
I wanna be poison when you thirsting
I wanna take your hope when you dying
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