I have come to accept myself But I still reject all the
shit you stuffed in my mouth Justification in my rage,
Born into hope then led to a cage So go on and bury
me,like I was never here,never part of history Deny
the crimes committed in my name Mutilate my cunt,
errect a dick in it's place You have come inside of me,
bloodied and vicitimized my matrilinear history
Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a
Cage The Culture now yours, A man and his whores,
subjugating our dreams, armageddon phallusies
Blowing your whistle and shooting your load,
propagating illusions, enforcing control Hoping i'd
quietly dissolve into history Disciples of Aristole,
Pretend you're all powerful Cold, rich and impotent,
Vampyric They'll kill you in the end, If not in body
then in spirit Parasites, Pantomimes Painting
pictures of history, with a self-rightous sense of
artistry, all distorted and Exclusionary Not at all
visionary They'll kill you in the end If not in body
then in spirit Parasites, Pantomimes Feeding off the
lost No minds of their own Breeding us to follow and
be devoured One day your life bleeding kingdom will
fall,and i'll be there laughing saying" I told you so"
So burn all the witches and black out your lies I'll
uncover your secrets, one at a time These bones are an
army They Carry me to face my enemy