Guillotines and Magazines

I heard some crass noise
These folk`s voice had deployed
With a radiant scream that could make a king retire
As they rage and rejoice, dancing inside the fire
Looking to fly that umbra flag over the entire empire
Old rules and fools drool all need to expire
Search a nerve to uncover and poke it with some sharp iron

The guillotine is sharpend
It lies ready for action
The muscles tighten in your neck and
The the ravens count their blessings

Don't mess with it

Hungry people know where the food's at

Don't mess with it

Replacing suffering with suffering is no solution but it feels good

Don't mess with it

Be scared inside your tower. Because the clock got stuck on your 11th hour

We'll mess with it

I wear a cloak from wich I draw human hearts
It's a masque of anarchy and it gives of rust red sparks
Corroded gold standard. Why is getting along a lost art?
Fuck it. I dye my sails blood red when the orcs march
The Ulama players all know what leaves the worst mark
Because they know inside leaders and gods are all pop art

Hey, sport! Wanna see a fresh corpse?
The politicians once again ravished the food court
But the lions lie in hiding to kill and eventually replace them
The tables have turned, but I find this place unfit to banquet, don't you?

The soldiers rock spears
The spears rock an enemie's dome
The enemie's dome is a container
And it may never have know
The meaning of what it was told
Leaders step up then fold
The rainbow contains no gold
The ground redishly soaked
The readily made them croak
They deserve what they got
Fuck them and the team they chose
No our blood don't run cold
We know what's good for ya'll
Why are these torches lit?
Huns come over the hill

Get with the program bitches

A)Slit a wrist after you kiss it
Or
B)entertain the opposition
Then commence step A as the
shoulders you stand on quiver as they witness

the

mask

comes

off

and

falls

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down

Their all playing for a team, their all fiending for your dreams, their occupying all your scenes then put a flame to all the seams and it
                                               all
                                                 

                                                    falls


apart.

But that is just the usual cause then it
                                     all
                           
restarts: The guillotine is sharpend
         It lies ready for action
         The muscles tighten in your neck and
         Then the ravens count their blessings

         The vultures always had an inkling
         That we don't know what we're thinking
         The rats are all mobile but the sewer is misty
         So they keep squirming

         ALL OUT-GROUPS ARE EVIL! THE TRIBE WILL NEVER DECIVE YOU! THEIR NEWS FEED IS              
         BIASED! TO US THEIR NOT EQUAL! BECAUSE THEY DON'T REPRESENT EQUALITY LIKE WE DO!
         THEY ALL NEED TO BE SILENT! THEIR SPEECH GETS NO SEQUEL!

we don't even know who are brothers and sisters are no more
we all say give peace a chance please don't give us war no more
how could a parent ever say son we wont talk no more?
how could people cheer them on? I don't wann hear'em talk no more
When they say:
YOU DUMB WHORE! DON'T YOU FUCK WITH THESE FOLKS NO MORE!
WHAT DID WE FIGHT FOR ON THESE SHORES?!
WHAT DID YOUR FATHER DIE THERE FOR?!
HOW COME YOU CRY WHEN WE BEAT THEM FOR
WHAT THEY DONE!? ENSLAVE THOSE WHO ENSLAVED US BEFORE!
FREEDOM IS A STONE THROWN FROM A HIGH HORSE!

There is blood on the roots of this tree
It grows, but to what end? Shine a light make me see

Replacing suffering with suffering is no solution but it feels good

They'll mess with it