Sangtekst: Stuck Mojo. Declaration Of A Headhunter. Drawing Blood.

Slit the wrist, the devil's kiss evil days it slips



I loathe them and hate them for


Their sickly toxic presence
For the country I love they

Show no god damn reverence



No character, no pride
A man without a sense of dignity
Collectivist mindset, a danger to our liberty



I feel the need to kill the seed

To bleed the breed of this disease


Happiness and ignorance as long


Until the day that freedom's gone
As he can pay the rent



Utopian society, a welfare state for you and me

Until the day that freedom's gone



I smell it, I taste it

It runs through my blood, I'm free

I see the fear in your eyes

I'm not afraid to bleed


Fingertips my freedom gripSurvivalist of the apocalypse