Crimes with Prepensation

He has the eyes of the killer of frauds
The crystal shell
He has the look of the maniac himself
The fool with glare
They send him to kill
To stand and be the god
A blood of Satan burns in him
In his blood he survives
They send him to rape
To stand to homicide
A blood of killers cry for him
No reveal
No remorse
They gave him money
They gave him orders
His soul control makes them so stupid
He has been torn for
His partner betrayed him
The god of maniac
He has to be jerked with knives by us
Grind and rape
He has to be executed in gas
By our hands
Poison obscures him
Prison to the end
His dead body after
Is washed and exterminated
And then his tomb
Anxious
Delicious
With morbid royal service
Over him
The prison's prayers
Violence, war, oppression
Spill onto Jesus
No, it's not suicide
To spill onto him
He's turned up to hell
So fast we fell
So without the peace
Get up
From the accusation chair
You will hear
The verdict
You are tired
And found
Guilty of crimes
With premonition
We have to break into the room of God's predestination
This is our verdict for kill our petty foremen heads
We have to break into the room of God's predestination
This is our verdict for kill our petty foremen heads

He has to be driven nervous by our stripes and plague
He has to be insecurities, cursed by our hands
For eternal obscurity, bring him to the end
If the body of the head was not exterminated
He'll stay ahead from ashes to ashes

Before the glory of salvation overhand, a prison blast
What happened to the head, where it belongs to Jesus
Now it's left to the side, but it belongs to hell
He's our God's cruel son, we must to repent our souls
Without the beast