Wumpscut - Dying Culture (Second Movement) lyrics

"I'm interrupting something. You were explaining to Jack, how we'd be better off without him around here!" Dying culture Don't abuse me You'll need me soon Fighting for you I'll tear up your bodies Taste the sweet smell of blood Slow d**h I cause And nightmares I bring Dying culture No more money counts Only a fear of senseless praying Dying culture Your blood's on my hands Dying culture Was there an ending What was on your mind Your own breed collapsed Suffered from cancer Taste the sweet smell of plague Dying culture It's the last time I squire the poison of truth Into your swelled body Dying culture Your blood's on my hands No one will stop me The blossom of d**h So feel my cape covering mankind Dying culture Your blood's on my hands f** you Dying culture Your blood's on my hands