- Жанр
- Грайндкор
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Posthumous Blasphemer
- Альбом
- Putrespermfaction Versus Fertiholyzation
- Текст
- I am indifferent that you are the son of god
You ‘re an ideal for all sheep on this rotting earth
You put on a white dress and bleat something about salvation
Scare people in front of god, but for me you are jester
I am free from these ideas
You are mockery for us
All your life is jester show
Kill yourself with your prejudice
You want compassion
You are the son of god aren’t you?
But you must be tormented on the cross
You needed tears of sheep that had lost
Thanks to your deceitful apostles
Your ideas came to us
But this dust is not for me
All your followers will be blasted
People must understand your torments
This is your philosophy
You took sins with your own death
Your cross is a mockery
Why must we listen to your commandments?
It is imbued with shit
You want to get your own slaves of faith
Giving them fish and bread
I can’t accept with the gravity this shit
Fuck you and don’t you stand near my heart
You are simply a defaced carrion
That wants to be a superstar among sheep