Testo: Holy Mountain. Entrails. America.
Down wind of a sour place and time
Swept into the refuse
a blight on all hope
The stupidest and most foul nation
So naive, so gullible
this blissful complicity
For our liberty,
the dead and the fucked over
whose bodies buy our glory
whose corpses feed the planet's soil
all dead for the greater good
of the richest motherfuckers
A pristine land
soiled and shit upon
over run with parasitic human filth
disconnected from consequence
Once cleansed of its non christian
native inhabitants,
god's favorite land,
spoiled and bled upon
over run with false prophets
dancing to the drums of war
I piĆ¹ richiesti