Kunt

1803 - The year you fucked up

If you know so fucking much then tell me - why'd she die?

What use are your fucking laws

When life's not worth living?

You're a fucking symptom

With your words and big ideas

But her human cries for help

Fell on dead fucking ears

Fuck your life of apathy

I'd choose death

What kind of messiah would let his disciples die?

Some kind of mega cunt

No soul in the fucking machine

This kingdom that you built

With stone walls of duty

You didn't seem to notice Kunt

It's filled with fucking ghosts

Victory with no resistance is no victory at all

So we're cold in temperament

And to suffering indifferent?

Did you ever look in the fucking mirror?

You fucking robot cunt

You couldn't save her

And that's why I crown you King Kunt