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Uttermost hostile, it is where you will ever be

Conflict and betrayal, you godamn liar

Define your existence in one single word

Puppet of men, in the hands of a genius

Of men we are, wolves we would be

The species of the weak

Itching the world like a festering rash

A never ending walk, so long, yet redeeming

No harm done, but still to come

Hey fucker, what about the fucking respect?

You got a serious defect?

Of men we are, wolves we would be

The species of the weak

Itching the world like a festering rash

No point to seek

A stairway to the bottom of lies and pitty

A bottle full of straight cut neglect

I never want to know your name

Get sucked up by a fucking sect

Of men we are, wolves we would be

The species of the weak

Itching the world like a festering rash

Words of nothing, put your money

Where your mouth is

I long for a spiritual winter

Let it all remain in hibernation

Decades of wrath — no gods, no cure

This is what as asked for, what we prayed for

No reason to stragger it

It’s a pile full of shit

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