I’ll gather the kohl encrusted masses
and bring them to their knees,
I’ll cover their eyes with silken sashes
I’ll gather the kohl encrusted masses
and bring them to their knees,
I’ll cover their eyes with silken sashes
and listen to them scream,
I’ll stab out their hearts with the knives they carry,
and place them on fig leaves,
This is all you really wanted,
to extract this pain from me,
I’m sadistic, machoistic, and you dont understand,
You never really got the beauty, from this blood soaked land,
I’ll gather the army you helped me create,
A new kind of conformity,
Now do you understand the beauty of hate,
Can you finaly understand me?