Melting pot of shit - this system based on wealth and class
Is just another one of many in your book of lies

Welding rot and spit to mist the the eyes of stealth and mass
I'll kill my brother so it's anyone but me who dies

Gelding rot acquits the cyst that's raised with belt on ass
He knows his mother, but it's she - not he - who often cries

Belting, not a kiss, persists among the healthy crass
Some buy a gun, some dope - sit back and watch their cortex fry

Yeah, but not me

Now I know
Now I know
Now I know why we all lose in the fittest fight

Breeding maggots using words like ho and faggot
Find a label; tag it - got to get our fix of denial

Seething dragnets muse on bird-like frosted baguettes
When they're able, defrag it - cut the body, smell so vile

I am not asleep
You cannot derail me
I will not weep


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Fittest Fight song meanings
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