This is the next bloody axe in your face
This is the fight for the voiceless minority
No last warning - no warning shot
Smell the scent of your own blood
Yes, it's your flesh in your mouth
Yes, it's your flesh in your mouth
Welcome to your own slaughterhouse
It's time for work, you under your bloody axe
It's time for my revenge, can you feel the pain
No last warning - no warning shot
Smell the scent of your own blood
Now I use your technology
To show you how they die a billion times everyday
Let's "burn it down"
And "destroy the machines"
Hear the thousand screams
Hear the thousand screams
"Hands off the animals"
"Hands off the animals"
"Hands off the animals"
"Hands off the animals"
And a "firestorm" will come
This is the next bloody axe in your face
This is the fight for the voiceless minority
It's time for my revenge, can you feel the pain
No last warning - no warning shot
Smell the scent of your own blood
Yes, it's your flesh in your mouth
Yes, it's your flesh in your mouth
Writer(s): Sebastian Grund, Tom-eric Moraweck, Andre Moraweck, Sebastian Rieche, Nick Wachsmuth
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