I.R.M.S.

歌詞

It's a fuckin' idiots job A little death A defecated nose resonated over tonnes Political starvation pent up Gray 12 wards of evil Murder all them fuckin' craft Removal of offensive eye Hand commits self string mutilator A pig told me sought Conquer strange threats Degrading loss of control Tolerant and persistent Dull pain, no remorse For physical abuse Element of discord Born out of shit Domain ant made And all get fucked up Lung scorched with rubbing alcohol Paraphilia 20 odd expired test for fluid Prove negative sex asphyxiation Dangerous technique of fucking Influx priest air destroy And play a god cunt Politic ash individual rights Fuckin' all I wrap chain round throat