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Letras: Six Feet Under. True Carnage. Murderers.

It's all fucked up, it's all fucked up
It's all fucked up, it's all fucked up
It's all fucked up, it's all fucked up
It's all fucked up, let's fuck it up

The murderers, the murderers will find you
Try to hide you'll bleed long and die slow
Murderers are strong we kill in numbers
On a machete attack, a machete attack

Taught to kill, to kill and kill again
You're cornered like a trapped rat in the pen now
Watch you die, no, it doesn't bother me, see
Just laugh and spit in the face of the enemy

Kill, kill, kill, kill

We come to kill tonight we come to kill you
Every way the grim death has now found you
Burn, burn try to burn yourself to escape us
Find your charred body, cut your throat and drink your hot blood

Across the planet a shadow has eclipsed us
Death seeks the light and then it just engulfs it
Like a pig feeding off it's own shit, sick
We come to kill and burn and fucking rip it

We come to kill and burn and fucking rip it
We come to kill and burn and fucking rip it

Rip through a world of ignorance, destroy the incompetents
Suffocate the ones against an unnatural death
That's what they should expect, a painful end
Well just take it back, on a machete attack

The murderers, the murderers

I live to kill, I'm plotting deaths like a terrorist
On our way to the next place to murder at
Attack the unsuspecting like cattle in a slaughterhouse
Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill

Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill
Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill
Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill
Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill

Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill
Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill
Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill
Feed them with truth fattened-up for the kill

The murderers