"This is a reckoning,
A cliched cut of lying tongue
Revenge never goes out of style
Gorilla honing trigger finger that makes gorilla man
Ingrained, there's hate within us all
Spiraling I've lost my footing once again
I'm flailing in a tantrum of disgust!
When life holds nothing sacred,
When the loveless turn to loathe
We'll witness this final threatened pose
Oh mother war,
I sleep in your arms tonight
I'm burning, I'm burning for your love
This juggarnaut of bronze and alcohol
Machines of vengeance now are born
Of vengeance we are born
To our graves these grudges shall be sworn
Behold the death of emotions never mourned
We'll die before we crawl
Twisted ministers of death, praying for a bullet
Hail, gorilla suffocate gorilla, maim
An education in howling
Ministers of death, we'll be praying
Praying for this bullet, hail
Gorilla suffocate
Gorilla maim
An education in complete misanthropy
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