Paroles de Cynical Philantrophy

You will die, you will die, you will die, I'm your assassin. you will die, you will die, I'm your assassin. One... shot in the knees, while breaking your arms. Impaled are his eyes, as blood sticks on my fingers. Hacking off some limbs, twisting badly your spine. Mutilating your face as sudden... a glimpse of an axe is kissing your skull into pieces. Head separated from body, and piss flows out of your carcass. Chorus: Cynical philanthropy Cynical philanthropy Cynical philanthropy I'm your originator, reshape your fuckin' body. A life just useless.