K-BMTH

he dj is dead fuck the air waves I want your armies instead

your swollen pride demands respect
recycled stories set to infect
possess control of what we see
as you can see this life isn't free

desensitized dehumanized
they kill by the lots
at nothing they stop
their morals extinct
they see through the pain
feast upon the weak
no love in their eyes
cum on those beneath

welcome to my station
where we never get bored of death.