Neckbeard Deathcamp - Bricks out for Harambe Lyrics

DESTRUCTION OV PROPERTY MAKES PROTEST ILLEGITIMATE HE SHRIEKS IN AN ILL FITTING TEA PARTY SHIRT. THE SHRILL TONE OV A THIRTY YEAR OLD MAN CHILD SILENCED BY A RIGHT CROSS TO THE JAW. THE HATE IN MY KNUCKLES CRUSHES HIS PURGE INSPIRED PAINTBALL MASK LIKE A NEWSPAPER. I HURL A PAVING STONE THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW OV THE CREDIT UNION ON THE CORNER. THE BLAST OV ANTIFA ENERGY WIPES A COEXIST BUMPER STICKER FROM A NEARBY SUBARU OUTBACK. THE STREETS NOW A SUFFOCATING WASTELAND BURIED UNDER THE SETTLING DUST OV THE OLD WORLD. TWO SOROS FOUNDATION BATTLE MECHS BATHE ONE OV THE LAST STRAIGHT MEN IN THE CITY IN A TORNADO OV FLAMES AS HE HIDES BEHIND A TRASH CAN. I SMILE AS HIS BONES TURN TO CINDER. I HEAR THE BATTLE CRY LIKE A LOW THUNDER IN THE DISTANCE. NO STARBUCKS WINDOW REMAINS ON PLANET EARTH. BRICKS. OUT.