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Piles of carnage, bloody rewards Fields of poppies, gift from the Lord Out with the devil, pile the dead Ransomed slaves, painted in lead Kingdoms ruled with fear and distress Leaders killed on sanguine aggress Mangled bodies litter the streets Massacorios, death reaped peace Killing, a way of life Murder, the innocent die Slaughter, the architect of terror Massacre, dial 911 Product is good, profits are high Got to have swag, nowhere to hide Wolves hunt, we are the prey Blood drunk sadist lives for the taste Underworld running it all Mothers cry as brothers fall Those in power turn a blind eye Make the money selling their lives Killing, a way of life Murder, the innocent die Slaughter, the architect of terror Massacre, dial 911 Into the eyes of death you will stare We poison the earth without compassion or care Execution and murder, they win every time Morgues overflowing, occupants of crime The price of blood is low, the world will pay Into our crypt we lead you into the grave