In moronic fervour gassed up on ignorance drunk on doubletalk and groupthink blinded by projected self images mired in self-loathing honed in delusions the base enraged in vacuous Red Mist
Attack attack attack relentless momentum now eyes shut wide and mouths open closed heads down and do not reason why be and do as you are told there's your enemies in your mirrors its revolution sheep will be sheep
And we laugh and we laugh and laugh of mice and palefaces and he/her who take second places to vibrators Karens who feel nothing except that fantasy Mandingo raw and roped hard and wild no baa baa white sheep in sight
Very few people know that sometimes when we launch a fight against others, its actually ourselves we are fighting. The half smart ones know when to stop, the sheeps never do, its relentless, they hate themselves that much....