Lyrics Kunt - Mistress

Kunt

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