Songtexte:
Contempt One Justice

There will be no mercy for the wicked bastards. Corporations that thrive on the onslaught, prepare for destruction. You call it violence. I call it justice

steaming vomit and blood soaked entrails, a slow slice of a knife brings an endless flow of death as the animal writhes in pain, choking on its own blood. One

Eradicate this disease that rapes this sacred ground. Distort reality. We are all to blame, but that doesn?t justify this evil. An industrial world is

You had your way; you crushed her to pieces. Nothing more than a play thing in your sick game. A toy for a selfish moment of pleasure. Feel her pain.