Kunt کے بول

1803, he year you fucked up If you know so fucking much then tell me Why'd she die? What use are your fucking laws When life's not worth living? You're a fucking symptom With your words and big ideas But her human cries for help Fell on dead fucking ears Fuck your life of apathy I'd choose death What kind of messiah would let his disciples die? Some kind of mega cunt No soul in the fucking machine This kingdom that you built With stone walls of duty You didn't seem to notice kunt It's filled with fucking ghosts Victory with no resistance is no victory at all So we're cold in temperament And to suffering indifferent? Did you ever look in the fucking mirror? You fucking robot cunt You couldn't save her And that's why I crown you king kunt