歌词
It's an epidemic. Vampires in suits using the satellites.
Through screens they gnaw and tear their way towards us like rotting worms.
Those old whores bought this shithole and hooked their hands into it's worthless heart.
The devil laughs and spits his venom into their sullen veins.
No.
Dare to shoot them between the eyes.
Dare to stake them to the hilt.
To The Hilt.
Bury them again and again and make sure that they never rise.
Shoot Them.
Those red carpet vultures.
Hang Them.
Those network jackals.
Torch Them.
Those sideline wolves.
Bury Them.
In their own shit over and over.
Erase the dead signal con (upload sharpnel into their fucking faces).