Rant #1
Filthy beggers(?), hypocrites, christ.
All you say is lies, contradicting everything, trying to change...(?)
Who are you to judge what I have seen for what you have known.
You know nothing, nothing, of what it's like.
My new little incests, running around, scattering.
Gathering food for the beast.
The beast which I have long since accepted as being a false prophacy.
You take a weak man on a stick and turn him into a God.
Lies spew from your mouth.
throwing those who dare to question you, throwing them away.
Leaving them behind, letting them die.
We are the tortured souls.
We are here to confess.
Confess of how full of shit you really are.
We are the chosen few.
We are the beginning.
We are the end.
Rabia #1
Mendigos sucios, hipócritas, cristianos.
Todo lo que dices son mentiras, contradiciendo todo, tratando de cambiar...
¿Quién eres tú para juzgar lo que he visto por lo que has conocido?
No sabes nada, nada, de lo que es.
Mis nuevos pequeños incestos, corriendo por ahí, dispersándose.
Reuniendo comida para la bestia.
La bestia que hace mucho tiempo acepté como una falsa profecía.
Toman a un hombre débil en un palo y lo convierten en un Dios.
Mentiras salen de tu boca.
Arrojando a aquellos que se atreven a cuestionarte, echándolos.
Dejándolos atrás, dejándolos morir.
Somos las almas torturadas.
Estamos aquí para confesar.
Confesar lo lleno de mierda que realmente eres.
Somos los elegidos.
Somos el principio.
Somos el fin.