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von machete.exe

Roaches
All of us
In a vat of boiling oil
Cursed men sow seeds
As rotten as themselves
Cowards
Perpetuating the status quo
Yielding a nasty bastard corn
Yielding a disaster
A sad feeble limp dawn
Spews over the corporate field
Bodies dragging themselves
Through the streets
For it is the money
That makes the father proud


Money is the blood
Money is the bread
It is our great navigator
Through this valley of death
Through this treacherous place
Through this land of the great
This land of the greed
This land of the rape

Fuck faith
Fuck faith

It is the money that will heal you
The money that will save you
Save you from the death
Save you from the blood

Can I get enough
How much to soothe this ache
Fuck faith
Fuck faith


Save me from blood
Save me from the war
Get that face tattoo
Make your father proud
I want to fuck
I want to fuck
Blindfold
Ballgag
Handcuffs
Blindfold
Ballgaged
And cucked