To The Perfect Form Of Modern Species

Hand down this filthy genocide

I am the one who made within this night

Enough of stupid soldiers’ eternal life

I declare this motor paralysis and don’t give a fuck about

I tell ya what you should buy so that all the neighbours shall masturbate

Hate them all and bring them to the sacrifice

Another day another failure and you keep me provoked

According to the medical consumers’ philosophy

Luxuries of the middle phantom working class

Otherwise well kick you out to the social bums

Down to the rate it makes a laughing stock of us

The bad news is I’ll stop that diagnosis that you will not survive

Run in circle

We are in despaired century again

Walk for you

We breed in and in. We bring ourselves into hideous sin

The pseudo-science false to enlighten true reason

Of your disgusting flabbiness, spineless sheep!

Face it and you will get appreciation from the One

But spare the cash

Think about that, now we are also at the bottom and in the top of food chain

Of them, because you just need to watch the infectionable

One pill, drug-born, idiotic, left for dead

Tell me who I am or just feed the animal with its own waste

Cherish the fucking under-human

We won’t see a difference for few years and every problem in this world is

In the subway of the fucking human being

Prepare your fucking gun of your disgusting demise

Hyperactive turning

So that we all could see there’s nothing

Hand down your wretched legacy

Plugged with chords into neurotic inheritance of you, fucker!

By the so perfect for the modern defective species!

Don’t you believe me?

I am the one who made within this life

Enough of stupid sludgers’ eternal night

Neurotic asphyxia of melted mind

Your invalid morphosis

I spread my decayed wings