Submissive Manifesto

Back on track, my AK'47 at hand Hell yeah I'm packed and I kill on command The idiocy of killing for Allah, oh my god Confused and full of hate I'll take you to war Waste everyone that criticizes my god Liberate my radical ideas and you'll see My religion is not what it's cracked up to be Just a few more years of screams and shouts to finally realize there's no way out On the verge of cleansing my reality I face my final enemy Back on track, my AK'47 at hand Hell yeah I'm packed and I kill on command The new league of terror can't be judged the idiocy of killing for god What a stung