Tekster:
The Absence The Murder

of storms within That whip and rip the stead, joined at the head Dying to make ready for the deliverance to the land The swarming devourers, the murder

Power modules carry the violence so seductive From bones carved the throne to govern from Ostracized turn the tides, run the stagnant Execute the murder

on, even so, niggas sell packs to get on But let me take you to this place Where these niggas learn to better pain and stress Look a murderer in the face

with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel Passed through the absence of parentally

fuckin' world beat you down Talons out and teeth sharpened Don't let the fuckin' world beat you down Antisocial, you're uncontrollable Get away with murder The absence

it had been freed For no apparent reason had the woman been drawn in Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought She wandered to a room

firstborn but no lodgings were found So, wrapped in strips of cloth, the child was placed in an animal feeding trough In the absence of relations The

the birds" Pete Wilson and his cronies Were nowhere to be found They said, "Big Timber is our business And to the dollar we are bound" Their absence

an absence of responsibility, respond to conviction, you Godless pagan fools, repentance is the answer, in this nation's darkening hour. rights to dogs, rights to gays, rights to a murderer