Mistress - Kunt Lyrics

1803 - The year you f*cked up
If you know so f*cking much then tell me - why'd she die?

What use are your f*cking laws
When life's not worth living?

You're a f*cking symptom
With your words and big ideas
But her human cries for help
Fell on dead f*cking ears

F*ck your life of apathy
I'd choose death

What kind of messiah would let his disciples die?
Some kind of mega c*nt
No soul in the f*cking machine

This kingdom that you built
With stone walls of duty
You didn't seem to notice Kunt
It's filled with f*cking ghosts

Victory with no resistance is no victory at all

So we're cold in temperament
And to suffering indifferent?
Did you ever look in the f*cking mirror?
You f*cking robot c*nt

You couldn't save her
And that's why I crown you King Kunt