Industrialised abortions
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The organs lined up on the shelves
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Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace
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With your pitful fucking selves
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So full of nothing behind the closed doors
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Of your very own misery
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You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure
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Watching humiliation TV
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You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board
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Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords
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Useful a cog in the moneymachine
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Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry
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That's why you Kill
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Why you want to Kill
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Why you should Kill
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And so you Kill
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Beauty pagants for the five year old
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Pay-per-view Christ for your souls
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The lottery of mammon will provide for you
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When you are back broken useless and old
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But once you are dead and they'll showed
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You into the forgiving flames
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They'll refer to you only by a social security number
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And not your name
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Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give
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Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live
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So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside
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And continue to timely pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies
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That's why you Kill
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Why you want to Kill
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Why you should Kill
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And so you Kill
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Kill Kill Kill
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Bathory |