A Grip and a Click
It's heavy living one moment to the next.
A grip, a click, a hex.
It's the way.
A pocket full of .38 & .45.
Ye feel the heat of the day. ...
There's no other way around,
No other way, you will see.
I will bring your doom, a nuke, a mushroom.
No other is such a curse,
A scourge, a disease,
The jew will be on its knees.
You will stand at your funeral,
An execution, an annihilation.
This I will see.
Your blood on my hands is a decree of my love for you.
Time is short for you jew,
You will fry in the boiling vats.
You grab at the last straws of the world,
you need these to build bricks
For your kingdom of damnation.
You proudly confess ye are the jew,
I say ye are the blood thirsty few.
The scourge of the Earth.
The first in line for doom.
A grip & a click is all I see,
The union of a hand and a gun
This will put you at ease.. ...
The world is at ease with you as the deceased.
The world is pleased with you on your knees.
We proclaim you as Satan,
Ye sons as the arms of damnation.
Ye daughters as whores of Israel.
I will see the day of your demise.
Here in America, you will be vaporized,
impaled in public and shot in the face.