Kunt - Mistress

1803 — The year you f*cked up

If you know so f*cking much then tell me — why’d she die?

What use are your f*cking laws

When life’s not worth living?

You’re a f*cking symptom

With your words and big ideas

But her human cries for help

Fell on dead f*cking ears

F*ck your life of apathy

I’d choose death

What kind of messiah would let his disciples die?

Some kind of mega c*nt

No soul in the f*cking machine

This kingdom that you built

With stone walls of duty

You didn’t seem to notice Kunt

It’s filled with f*cking ghosts

Victory with no resistance is no victory at all

So we’re cold in temperament

And to suffering indifferent?

Did you ever look in the f*cking mirror?

You f*cking robot c*nt

You couldn’t save her

And that’s why I crown you King Kunt