Lyrics

C’est ne pas un exercice
S’excuser pour rien tu es complice
Until you wake up there can be no peace
As the bodies drop and the smoke turns into fire.

Got sold a story that you’ll go to heaven
If you just drop like maybe six or seven
But subway sarin and 9/11
Christchurch and Bataclan confine you to the hall of fame of hell.

When you die you won’t go to heaven, no
You’ll spend eternity at 7-Eleven
Hocking Slurpees the unfortunate lesson
And the infidels will laugh and continue their oppression.