Letras
We have devised a mission of earth.
Shut off the lights and move slow, crawl pace on the holy land.
The militia is coming.
Move slow alarm no one.
Armed with two weapons: sympathy for the future and hatred for the past. We have come to destroy the door.
We have come to devirginize.
We have come to shine the light on the whore.
We have fucking come to put to bed the lies.