Scorn of Mother Earth
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We don't need no labels to prove we're not dead 'cause everything we need, it's all in our heads Labelisation of your fucking minds
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Who the hell you think you are? Considering yourself a star But you're nothing more than a pile of shit And between true friends you don't fit Sure you can play nice But please do think twice 'cause what about your attitude Which has changed into a rock star mood Smash all kind of masters Even bigheaded bastards Selling tons of records Doesn't make you a God You're just like the rest Only missing the intelligent part Smash all kind of masters Even bigheaded bastards But we are AGATHOCLES We say "bollocks" to what the media says We're not a part of your show-bizz-ball We prefer to stay honest and small
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Put on your fucking mask Co deceiving is yer fucking task Using, abusing, can't you fucking see You're just a model of sentimental hypocrisy Still you are a sentimental actor Watched by us, with laughter Using, abusing, can't you fucking see You're just a model of sentimental hypocrisy
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Are you just like me In a bullshit mentality school Where teachers abuse their power And are making fun of you Teachers, superior bastards To Hell with you Teachers, pretentious scum We got something else to do Teachers, superior bastards A chainsaw in your stomach Teachers, pretentious scum Death is all you need
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
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