Fuck you!

All hail the dawning of the death squad, Fortuitist grabs in the land of the frozen god, Fucking lambs, give it all the pistols got. Load up the cartridge, Force in an innocent, Trigger the humanity, Bring in the resentment. All hail the burning of a martyrdom, Staccato shots, fired from a hollow gun. Fucking numbers, your cries are to the numb Suck up the ashes, Pull the pin on torment, Detonate the children, Smell the Vacuous fulfilment You are like scars on the wrists of a teenager, Like a man with a mission, With nothing to wager. Its time to reap your rewards, And patch the scars you tore, When your nightmare loops, And you’re reciting your flaws, Remember the lives, You lost.. For your selfish cause.