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[Intro – whisper, ritual tone]
DUMBs. Cages. Needles.
They scream in the dark…
but you keep feasting.
Now you hear them.
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[Hook – cold & vulgar]
Adrenochrome – your drug made of pain
You torture the kids, obsessed with the veins
You suits full of filth, you bipedal scum
You feed off the fear while the children stay numb
Demons on coke, with chains in the cell
You rape little souls – then preach about hell
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[Verse 1 – execution style]
They drag the young into bunkers of steel
Under Disney, Berlin or Nepal’s black seal
DUMBs with bars – no light, no name
Only burned-out bones and unending pain
They hang 'em up – legs spread wide
Peel off the skin like some darkened rite
A scream becomes product, a nerve turns to wine
An elixir drawn from the devil’s spine
You sniff it like dope, like it's heaven’s delight
But it's terror distilled, not serum or light
You beasts, you ghouls – you bite them in halves
Then wash it down with wine from silver-carved crafts
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[Hook – louder, filthier]
Adrenochrome – your drug made of pain
You torture the kids, obsessed with the veins
You suits full of filth, you bipedal scum
You feed off the fear while the children stay numb
Demons on coke, with chains in the cell
You rape little souls – then preach about hell
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[Verse 2 – deeper into hell]
You butcher their flesh, then grill it with pride
McDonald’s delight with a fetus inside
“Special taste” – that’s what the flyer screams
But that meat once dreamed – now it fuels dark schemes
Hollywood creeps, ministers bleed
Tongues in a circle, they feast on the seed
Satanic masquerade, soaked in lust
Children are candles – then ashes and dust
The Vatican’s silent, intelligence blind
Judges hold photos but leave truth behind
You live in mansions built on skull thrones
But storms are rising from shattered bones
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[Hook – wrath unleashed]
Adrenochrome – your drug made of pain
You torture the kids, obsessed with the veins
You suits full of filth, you bipedal scum
You feed off the fear while the children stay numb
Demons on coke, with chains in the cell
You rape little souls – then preach about hell
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[Verse 3 – the puppeteers bleed]
Clinton with a chalice, robes in the grove
Owl gods watch while the children implode
Skulls & Bones, they toast to the screams
MK’d minds and Lucifer’s dreams
Blood on the altar, masks on the face
They dance ‘round fire in a serpentine pace
The eye sees all – from dollar to drone
While kids go missing, the pedo-code’s known
They brand with sigils, hide pain in shows
Your Netflix feeds what their black heart sows
This ain’t no tale, it’s the curtain behind
And I spit these bars so the blind can find
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[Outro – calm, deadly truth]
For every child you made to bleed,
a storm will come to erase your breed.
You are not hidden.
You are marked.
Lumpischlumpi
