Tekster: Killwhitneydead. Your Funeral Wasn’t So Sad After All.

I would rather die than feed from the machine
I would rather suffer than grovel at your feet
I will starve before taking from your hands
No more
Rise up
And overthrow
Feed you to vultures
Gnawing flesh
Strip it down to your fucking bones
Feed you to the vultures
There's no wrong or right
Only destroying you tonight
Destroy you all tonight
Destroy tonight