These are the ones who have made it their lifes' work to spread our word. They are the ones that plant the seeds of our thoughts, of our paradigm in your minds. They prey upon innocent souls like yours, leaving nothing behind except an empty husk, a shadow of your former self.
These are the scourge of mankind, those who you have to pay their dues

i wish i was a little girl
i could be dead
i could be raped
i could be mutilated
i could be fucked
i could be murdered
i could be killed
i could be abused
i could be strangulated
i could be cut up in little pieces
apply any personal desire here
i could be dead
[ Brighter Death Now ]