Testo di Humanity... What Fun!

an alpha male showing all the balls but why won't the bird sing though you twists it's jaws how bright are the fires of thought in the chain of command after the war world is a toilet and we breed like maggots after the war realise that we must be spent like the brainwaves that dissolve when a bullet is sent how bright are the fires of thought in the chain of command spit spit the ever bounching check mate, you're in trouble like the rest how bright are the fires of thought in the chain of command