I am singing a song of death.
I am thinking of all my pain.
I am starting a deadly work.
I am shocking those hipocrites.
I am running against the lords.
I am stopping those stupid souls.
I am touching some moaning men.
I am licking my bloody sores.

Well, I spit and I spit
and I spit and I spit
and I spit and I spit
and I spit on your spite!

I am leaving this ugly land.
I am crossing this street, my friend.
I am weeping for the losers.
I am sinking in a quicksand.
I am screaming your name, my world.
I am kissing your dark arse hole.
I am waiting for the true end.
I am gasping, again, for love.

Well, I spit and I spit
and I spit and I spit
and I spit and I spit
and I spit on your spite!


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