Wacław Kiełtyka - The Fury lyrics

Forward on! Just go on! Directionless rush, for close by, before Species specific-motion No change for equilibrium-stop! Fetid, persistent stench of the race Rushes in every slot Sticking all together into a ma** I hate you! I hate us! You know what I mean? f** off! This world stigma cries out on your forehead Anti-god prepares your own personal void The only way to equilibrium k** yourself! But...