Nonsense Premonition - Useless Souls

Start again my necrosadistic fable


Pointing fingers at us for being a threat for their way of life
They have gone too far.
And they have come in hordes
But so do us… reload, aim and shoot.

A consequence of the work of modern man
Pandemic to our tribe, virulent disease
Put them down under our sword and give them suffer
As a way of selfish joy and satisfaction
Saturate their unworthy imitation of art
By burning them alive in their own paraphernalia
And making mockery of their incompetent tongue twisters

What makes us tick?
What makes them sick?
When will we show out our weapons?
And kill them…
Megalomaniacal trendy flesh containers
Aesthetics turned to prosthetics

Kill
Erase them in rapture
avoid their presumption
harm their silk faces
staple their thin skins.
Uproot their scalps

KILL KILL KILL

Back to the start
Back to the nature
We’re not bound to lose…Prepare, aim and shoot.

Drown the rests in chloroform
In order to teach next generations the circus of the foolish
Bottle and mark them with their own vicious labels.
And restore the truthness of human nature, our own inhuman behavior.
The anthems of the fortitude of our kind; our battle songs

Kill
Erase them in rapture
avoid their presumption
harm their silk faces
staple their thin skins.
Uproot their scalps

KILL KILL KILL