| No Concern for the Inhuman |
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| Club feet, can’t hardly walk |
| Mouth sewn shut, no way to talk |
| No concern for the inhuman |
| Scatter the dead into ruin |
| Fucking pigs — skulls are thick |
| Wretched cops — sucking dick |
| Fried meat, blazing sun |
| Guilty pigs are on the run |
| A feeble race takes a bite — |
| Rotten world |
