Misanthopist Songtext

von Plaag

He will smile when your downfall is upon us
He will laugh while with you we extinct
It's all too grim, he might as well enjoys it
Hell he was born to sin

He hates how you pretend
He loathes how you're at peace
With your ironic breeding
Of future casualties

How he loves your show

Blatant contempt
Finally you will get what you deserve
O.D. on torment
Cum shots on the horror that you serve
Watch him - indulging
Have another plane crash for dessert

Oh he feels like a very privileged witness
Secretly highs on the madness that he sees
Thriving well on the visions you provide him
And how soon it will cease

The irony of war
The beauty in despair
Streaming death and gore
His fixes everywhere

Misanthropist
Misanthropist

You have killed his soul