Gorod

I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate
The end justifies the means, I will be merciless
I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill
The end justifies the means, I will design some disease
Whats a nation, whats a continent?
Whats a fellow, what is a people? ...Nothing but livestock
What is ethics, whats morality?
Whats altruism, whats humanism? ...Nothing but sterile thoughts
Theres no struggle
No resistance
No guerrillas
Just illusions
Theres no peace
No negotiation
No mediation
Just a hidden genocide
This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing
To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth
Imagine a virus, and people degenerating
Over three generations, imagine a virus
Crude physical and mental alterations
Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase
Your eating habits changing, you will fading out
All that makes you human disappearing, youre turning into a pig
Your faces shaping your background
To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations
Mans caricature, even your pride gets lost
In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers
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