Sons of disgust
We know we are
Rise above all this trash
We're the last of the last ones
All you can do
Is do what you must, and corrupt
With brutal rotting tongues
Vulgar media culture
Vermin start to f*ck
Deeply desolation
Crushing and obstruct
Bleedin'screen of mud
Vomit-railer vision
Entrails dripping blood
Sons of disgust
Endless body bleed
Vultures will soon feed
Victims of decay
Daily suffocate
Fetid rotting dread
Cleaver on your heads
Rise above all this trash
We're the last of the last ones
All you can do
Is do what you must, and corrupt
With brutal rotting tongues
Come into my depletion
Against defective mind
Human exploitation with preconceived inside
Disdain morbid thought
Away from humankind
No one on my side
Impersonating life
Regurgitating my lies
Synthetically remind
Obliterating the prize
Obliterating the minds
Grown from my isolation
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Sons of disgust
We know we are
Rise above all this trash
We're the last of the last ones
All you can do
Is do what you must, and corrupt
With brutal rotting tongues
Vulgar media culture
Vermin start to f*ck
Deeply desolation
Crushing and obstruct
Bleedin'screen of mud
Vomit-railer vision
Entrails dripping blood
Sons of disgust
Endless body bleed
Vultures will soon feed
Victims of decay
Daily suffocate
Fetid rotting dread
Cleaver on your heads
Rise above all this trash
We're the last of the last ones
All you can do
Is do what you must, and corrupt
With brutal rotting tongues
Come into my depletion
Against defective mind
Human exploitation with preconceived inside
Disdain morbid thought
Away from humankind
No one on my side
Impersonating life
Regurgitating my lies
Synthetically remind
Obliterating the prize
Obliterating the minds
Grown from my isolation
We know we are
Rise above all this trash
We're the last of the last ones
All you can do
Is do what you must, and corrupt
With brutal rotting tongues
Vulgar media culture
Vermin start to f*ck
Deeply desolation
Crushing and obstruct
Bleedin'screen of mud
Vomit-railer vision
Entrails dripping blood
Sons of disgust
Endless body bleed
Vultures will soon feed
Victims of decay
Daily suffocate
Fetid rotting dread
Cleaver on your heads
Rise above all this trash
We're the last of the last ones
All you can do
Is do what you must, and corrupt
With brutal rotting tongues
Come into my depletion
Against defective mind
Human exploitation with preconceived inside
Disdain morbid thought
Away from humankind
No one on my side
Impersonating life
Regurgitating my lies
Synthetically remind
Obliterating the prize
Obliterating the minds
Grown from my isolation
Writer: Riccardo Ferrari
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