Vermin of the Putrifying States Lyrics

Bombs are flying
People are dying
Children are crying
Politician lying

On a scene world this is game without rules
The cemeteries fences a crosses grow to

Vermin of the putrefying states!!!

For whom you?!

Apocalypse tomorrow morning ...
Irreplaceable people are not present!
Slaves and slaves of war.
The new group will arrive soon
Opinions are honed like thin knives.

While we're speaking!
Bombs are nearing...

While were breathing!
Bombs are cleaving...

Orderly squads
Of soldiers pass
Crowds in business casual
To invade overseas for oil.

Orderly squads
Of soldiers pass
Crowds in business casual
To invade overseas for oil.