LYRICS:
Prowling the streets, searching for a victim
Treacherous whore carried by her pet.
Like used toilet paper
Black mitts leave unclean stains.
Inherited rope skills,
Used on White traitors
Zoophiles and their animal lovers
Necks wrapped tightly
Nooses as cocoons
Multiple clicks as vertebra detach.
A checkered Newton's Cradle
A cultural art piece complete
The border of our countries
Decorated with corpses of traitors
The day of the rope
Mixed couples, hidden away in secrecy
Never to be seen again
The day of the rope
Another day has passed
A job well done
One less problem in the world
The day of the rope