Conflict and counterblast,
How long do you think your life will last?
A fraction of human waste
Does it hold a bitter
taste?
Red season; you re all going to die
Sheer reason; you better conceive it
Murder of anyone but your kin
It means you
wilL detain the skin
Now then, value what is left in your life
Reunion, praise the hand that holds the knife
Don t beg; you
think you saw a discern of grace?
No way, I ll kill you as you look straight into my face
You picked the wrong life and wrong
method
No wonder it all ends in sin
You should never judge me and my skin,
so tell me at last; how do you want to die
Red
season; you re all going to die
Sheer season; you better conceive it
Murder of anyone but your kin
It means you will detain the
skin