Letras:Rotten Sound. Feet First.

I hate those guts.
Someone vanishes today; you stupid sick, crippled bitch, the payback time has come.
You are living through these days by killing everything that lives, where do you stand and which way are you looking at?
I will eat you feet first, you slow minded bastard.
All your friends are gone; it must feel bad to be alone.
Your governments has turned its back and you are not needed anywhere anymore.
The hole in your head is used by someone else; your mouth releases words you do not even know.
I will eat you feet first, you slow minded bastard.
You're eaten alive, pray for your death, from your feet from your feet to head I'll eat you until you're dead.
You are in charge of the leadership of the nation that kills other nations.
Your feet will be gone when I'm done; the rest will be digested after your death.
I hate those guts.
Someone vanishes today; you stupid sick, crippled bitch, the payback time has come.
You are living through these days by killing everything that lives, where do you stand and which way are you looking at?
I will eat you feet first, you slow minded bastard of the bastard.