You kill People so real
With your steel
You think you are a deal
But you are a fool
Fools!
Tell me what you feel
When you make the innocent kneel
As you cut off their heads with your steel
Does it give you a chill?
Nay, ‘cause you are a fool
Fools!
You also steal
With all the zeal
For you to get your meal
But this is no thrill
You are just a fool
Fools!
Why do you kill?
How do you feel?
Why do you steal?
And the blood where do you fill?
Why, how, why and where, you fool?
Fools!
Innocent souls you kill
And you claim no guilty conscience you feel
But before your Maker condemned you will feel
Your whole body trembling you will kneel
That's when you will understand you are a fool
Fools!
Fools!
You are a fool
Fools!
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