Besedila:
Agresión

ese perro te robo, la carcel no es ?no es la solucion! hay ke capar al cerdo agresor no te kedes de, de brazos cruzaos, contra la agresion castracion

television. Solo una agresion solo una agresion para que sirve entonces la garra del leon sin mala intencion el gato no sabe que tortura al raton. Solo una agresion

Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we

Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten the tourniquet around your neck

Trapped in purgatory a lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal death will be their acquisition The sky is turning red return to power draws near Fall

Your life means nothing. Parting isn't such sweet sorrow. Dripping with hate. Words from the inner soul. Realization of my ways. Evidently unapparant

The streets were deserted though the police were alerted They considered the phone call a hoax Furtively glancing, they jauntily prancing The youth caught

Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we

the bone is broken the vein is cut the entrails of people torn to shreds the world watches no country gives a shit no one a finger to lift following orders