paroles de chanson Poorly Versed - Vore Complex

I coined a word inside my head
'Kafirophobe'
I made it said

You coined a word
You coined a word
But yours was better
How absurd

It didn't have the fit the scene
It didn't have be so clean
It didn't have to check the facts
But those from high above felt an attack
And those from high above knew all the cost
And those from high above don't give a toss

A paltry, febrile, gross, dysgenic sprawl
Where violence reigns
Condoned and sanctioned
Summoned by them all
Or some of all

All least a rotten flag flies level
Over it all
All least some rotten flag flies level
Ever level
Lowering
Over it all

A shame for the appalling truth
A coruscating shame for every truth
At least the falsehoods can remain appalled
At least the falsehoods can remain
State-vindicated, nannied, and in thrall