You tell me it's freedom of expression
You want me to think of this as art
This is nothing less than evil
You're diseased, misogynistic
All your hatred, and 'Acts of Violence'
Calls for bloodshed, I won't have this
Maybe you should turn the tables
You're the ones with rotting souls
Shut your mouth
You're a plague
When did butchery become a sought-after commodity?
Finding beauty in describing genocidal tendencies
Glorify brutality, you're nothing less than filth
Disconnect reality, you'll never feel their torment