1. |
intro
00:41
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Back out on the street
Hunting male meat
Blade strapped to my knee
Shedding blood with glee
Lure you with my plan
Drag you to my van
Frenzied as I slash
Gore spreading like a rash
My men
My scum
My sport
I hunt
My thrill
To kill
Your guts
I’ll spill
Back out on the prowl
Thirst to disembowel
Yearn to twist the blade
Hear your screams fade
Ignorant lamb
Blood sweet as jam
Barking in my head
Won’t stop til you’re dead
My men
My scum
My sport
I hunt
My thrill
To kill
Your guts
I’ll spill
Kill 'em all
You’ll be silent forever
I’ll be gone in the dark
Discriminate
Manipulate
Exsanguinate
Incinerate
Eviscerate
Obliterate
This hunt
Is done
Now you
Are mine
This hunt
Is done
Now you
Will die
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2. |
gendercide
01:59
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3. |
kill the rapist
00:52
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A new public service
Makes the scum nervous
Refuse and resist
Kill your local rapist
If he drugs her drink
Don’t throw him in the clink
Just waste the fucking ape
Dead men can’t rape
Don’t avoid the dark street
Prowl on it to meet
The cowardly raper
Shred him like paper
Drag him from his home
Burn him to the bone
If he has supporters
Bring them to the slaughter
What’s he gonna do?
Say no?
You ruined her life
So now we’ll end yours
No sympathy
This is martial law
Now is the time for
Direct action
Organ extraction
Sliced perineum
Kill the rapist scum
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4. |
interlude
00:32
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5. |
onlookers
02:31
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Hear the call to arms and see the movement’s charms
Champions of what’s right, their work done in a night
Don’t let them scroll by your 200 letter war cry
I want you for my personal army
Mantras supplied
Human rights denied
Widen the divide
You fight for the right side
(Hey hey)
Don’t question just sing
(Hey hey)
Good deeds mean nothing
(Hey hey)
Dancing on a string
(Hey hey)
Your slogan’s your king
Rainbow lines are the new dollar signs
Companies raise the fist but do nothing to resist
Ambassador for the brand who worships the grandstand
They want you for their personal army
Corporate pride
Has taken you for a ride
Their laws you abide
Critical thought decried
(Hey hey)
Don’t question just sing
(Hey hey)
Good deeds mean nothing
(Hey hey)
Dancing on a string
(Hey hey)
Your slogan’s your king
Hey hey
I’m hiding in plain sight
Hey hey
You think I’m in the right
Hey hey
Those mantras you recite
Hey hey
They’ll help me kill tonight
(Hey hey)
Don’t question just sing
(Hey hey)
Good deeds mean nothing
(Hey hey)
Dancing on a string
(Hey hey)
Your slogan’s your king
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6. |
you're to blame
02:45
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Use my actions
For your fictions
Get my bloodlust
On your covers
Monetise
Their outrage
Sell my sickness
To the papers
Glorify
My hell on earth
Run my story into the ground
And when you bleed out
Just remember
They won't even say your name
They'll just say that you're to blame
I'll get all the fucking fame
When they find your cold remains
They won't even say your name
They'll just say that you're to blame
I'll get all the fucking fame
Gendercide
In your headlines
Venerate
My troubled mind
Send love letters
To my cell door
Just don't forget
What I'm in for
All my logos
On your cars
Remind me
I'm loved behind bars
And when you bleed out
Just remember
They won't even say your name
They'll just say that you're to blame
I'll get all the fucking fame
When they find your cold remains
They won't even say your name
They'll just say that you're to blame
I'll get all the fucking fame
They'll write books about me
Make my life look sad on tv
Show my work for all to see
And when you bleed out
Just remember
We won't even say your name
We'll just say that you're to blame
They won't even say your name
They'll just say that you're to blame
I'll get all the fucking fame
When they find your cold remains
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