1803 - The year you $#&@ed up
If you know so $#&@ing much then tell me - why'd she die?


What use are your $#&@ing laws
When life's not worth living?


You're a $#&@ing symptom
With your words and big ideas
But her human cries for help

Fell on dead $#&@ing ears

$#&@ your life of apathy

I'd choose death

What kind of messiah would let his disciples die?

Some kind of mega cunt
No soul in the $#&@ing machine


This kingdom that you built
With stone walls of duty
You didn't seem to notice Kunt

It's filled with $#&@ing ghosts

Victory with no resistance is no victory at all


So we're cold in temperament
And to suffering indifferent?

Did you ever look in the $#&@ing mirror?
You $#&@ing robot cunt


You couldn't save her
And that's why I crown you King Kunt