The Famine - Turner Cla**ic Diaries lyrics

Gutless, comatose, freedom rings, sounding from A shallow grave, clamoring for some sweet sickness Hark, the herald angels sing of misanthropes and monuments Razor-wired with hunger pangs, gnashing teeth and impotence. Turner Cla**ic Diaries The order of anger is sequenced in hate Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children Who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear It's gutless Wave the flag, sing the praises. Thin the herd before they breed Throwing stones from gla** houses, gun shows, and the Waco siege What a man, and what a message, ignorant and asinine The Oklahoma City bombing, thanks to you, now realized Turner Cla**ic Diaries The order of anger is sequenced in hate Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children Who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear It's gutless. You should be so ashamed