Kunt

1803 - The year you fucked up
 If you know so fucking much then tell me - why'd she die?
 What use are your fucking laws
 When life's not worth living?
 You're a fucking symptom
 With your words and big ideas
 But her human cries for help
 Fell on dead fucking ears
 Fuck 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 fucking machine
 This kingdom that you built
 With stone walls of duty
 You didn't seem to notice Kunt
 It's filled with fucking 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 fucking mirror?
 You fucking robot cunt
 You couldn't save her
 And that's why I crown you King Kunt