The only sound should be cries and wails. Crucify the politicians, they will be honest with nails. The parade has been rained on and we march to our own beat. Let there be anarchy, ANARCHY in the streets.
The scum made you a victim so why should you care? Fill the suburbs with death and despair. Be thankful for nothing, be bitter for all. It’s how you land that matters, not how you fall.
I will slice off the hand that feeds me, punch the gift horse in the mouth. I will turn the other cheek as I burn down your house.
My evil is strong.