Death to the Harmless

By Nembrionic

On Psycho One Hundred

Released on 1995

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You claimed to be a frustrated pig

True ally of the thought

Not the one we now should fear

Guard is from what's wrong

Oh, you treasure what's wellknown

Are we not to judge

Being here to feed the claims

It seems accepted that you must

Take it, do not dare to leave it

In circles feeding what's frustrated

No, they shall never get their rest

All of them not proven not to be

Harmless clean pure and sober

Trust love hope it's bright

Show, yes, show your meaning

This homemade god brings the light

Death to the harmless

For some truth you don't have the nerve

Death to the harmless

Are we not to judge

Antibehaviour is salvation