Rabid corpses in search of meat

While our leaders beg for change and our solders work the streets

Pretty, pretty starvation sculpted and surgically enhanced

Put the chemicals down im in no mood to be romanced

Getting tipsy we drink the finest of bleach

Fate is a lie and desitiny's out of reach

So ride a pale horse and kick off your shoes

Because life s a Haulocaust and you're all Jews

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