Incest Is Your Pedophilic Dream

In some land, you seen your mind disregard Such a beast of your own Inside your mind, you rode the carousel of what you called home There they told you to be like them, and you listened like ear to heart You even degraded your sister, so you can tell yourselves apart Now your a pedophile and you think no one knows, yet you seem like a stand up guy in your mind Now we're here damning the day you walked yourself into our lives Here we are at the gallows preaching your every word We claim that your lost, so we can see you hanged before the end of dusk Now understand that your mind is gone and that we walk you to your grave Even the patriot claims six feet isn't enough Don't look us in the face, don't touch our spirits, just know where to be, far from you...next time you cross the street, we might just step on it a little more too When we sleep, wer'e haunted by you, 'cause you're insane, your own sick mind now, we're here to hang you, ye old pedophile, we're here to hang you good. Liven us with your very breath, and tell us how good you felt Make us laugh with insanity, as we pull the plug on your very ridden corpse Dear old pedophile won't you die Won't you end your curse on our lives...... To the firing wall you go.... To the gallows post again Every time you fathom return We'll do you the very same May your death bring us peace So that we may rest happy, knowing you'll never touch us again May the fires of Hell burn you from within Again and again