Exterminate

Fatal Agenda

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Exterminate in dreadful measures so self-righteous to be.
Fornicate in lustful pleasures, now they're no longer free.
Locked away, for the week behind walls of stone.
Cold easy cash they seek once they are let go.

Extinction would be a dream
To wipe out the lowest race.
A massacre lover's theme.
To set them all in place.

Exterminate. Taking out the Trash.
Coming to your town to earn the cash.
Exterminate. The black plague race.
One-shot bullet, dead in their face.

Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate!

Exterminate!

The cycle continues through the night.
For things that used to be.
Some live in fear, some in fright.
Because they're no longer free.

Your hard earned possessions become crack.
Now they are at ease.
To save your face or turn your back
Or be sucked into their disease.

(Chorus)