The rage, rage, rage - The fire and flames.
The stage is set for the suicide and state sanctioned games
Playing with our emptied heart hung with sinew and skin,
Decapitate the head of state and cut the fucking strings.
The rage, the rage, the rage inside it turns,
Blistering the throat so when we talk it burns.
The evil ones listen with frozen cold souls,
And our furnace erupts – fire in the hole.
But no man stands to beat the drums
The message never sounds, a saviour never comes.
Our bodies pile up, a child, a mother, a bride,
A mass grave is the home of our genocide,
They sleep for years, no breath to breathe,
Pulsating, fucking, still born seeds,
Rotting in wait as slaves,
Until the day comes to unleash the rage -
Boom! the bodies bust out kill the soldiers of Dachau,
The will of the killers can never be quelled,
Blast! Howl!
The whether a tempest of Rage,
Render the self appointed judge quartered and flayed.
The tears of million unborn babies that never got the chance to cry,
Rain down radioactive from the sky,
They rip through the hide of the rich and the royal
Bubbling their skin while they scream Salute and Heil,
The history books are burnt turn over the page
The Man just got a taste of the Rage.

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