the coward game 3.0

just sit back and turn on your tv
watch me blow up another cuntry
i'll uze a remote while you uze a gun
for me, the coward game iz just too much phun
if only you could see, the pleazure it would give me
to destroy all the world'z baeuty, spreading mizery and tragedy
your only victory, to worship your insanity, iz so sad to me
your only achievement iz a phuking pathetik newz story
cover the children, glue your 3yez to your worst agony
your only defense iz to preach morality
hand over your fight to your worst enemy
but this story'z truly smaller than it seemz
how could it be, that one man iz smashing all your dreamz
perfect for the job, i'm bred to push the button, not to pull the trigger
i'd compare your brain with my dick to see which one'z bigger
i know, to you, this just izn't right, me picking a phite
but you're so outgunned, so outmanned, it's criminal
oh, to watch you scatter and die in your city of phire
just give me one true ounce of your hatred
one pure glimpse at your god, to get me higher
az my hand descendz upon your head
your face growz empty, your soul iz dead
your children fear, your streets run red
i never heard a word they said
i just sat back and watched my tv screen
with only silent sound of gunphire criez
emotional rezidue on the picture infront of you
can you sense my detachment, can you pheel how much i care
who ever told you the coward game waz fair?
just sit back and turn on your tv screen
watch your people become the martyrd obscene
can't you see, it's just so much phun
your children screaming az they run
................................. from my big phuking gun