Antidote - Coldworker

A painful, drawn-out death

You’ll get what’s coming your way

Merely a fraction of the suffering that you have caused

You’ve led a double life, of torture, rape and murder

Sadistic acts, carried out in bursts of rage

In this world, there’s no cure for your sickness

Our time, poisoned, plagued by your existence

Death is all you see… in these endless fields of misery!

…When you’re done…

Another life has ended

Are you proud?

Do you feel satisfied?

A helpless victim builds a sense of power in you

But that power will soon be ripped to shreds!

In this world, there’s no cure for your sickness

Every human poisoned, plagued by your existence

Death is all you see… in these endless fields of misery!

They died in vain, enduring sickening pain

Your victims, all slain, to you it is a game

Never felt shame, since media gives you fame

«Murderer» is your name, and you deserve all blame!

In this world, there’s no cure for your sickness

Everything… poisoned, plagued by your existence

Death is all you see… in these endless fields of misery!