Mob Justice

de Vulvodynia

The stench of rubber and burning flesh
Has anointed us as our own successors
We take justice into our own hands
Even if it means burning us alive

Mass hysteria fills the air
As the victims are dragged
To the centre of the town
Feeding off each others hate
Destined to your fate
Mob justice ensues as a result
Of our shitty lives
We'll take our city back
One murder at a time

Boxes of matches and tyre in hand
Liberate all!
Summary execution!
Torture carried out by man!

Force a tyre filled with petrol
Around his chest and AM
Set him alight and scorch his soul
Empty eyes await a most painful death
Rubber drips to the floor
As skin melts to the bone

To the bone

Cameras out all eyes on the victim
Let's all cheer as we burn him to death
Hear the screams as the life leaves his eyes
Burn the scum! Undo his sin!

As the smoke clears to reveal a scene of horror
Ashes and bones!
In the wake of hatred we are ultimately oblivious
In the wake of hatred we are ultimately oblivious

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