Sow the Seeds of Discord
THOMAS SUCH
Incubation of a mental disease
Transpiration of a spiteful liquid
Coming to terms with the devil
Threatening like the reaper in a saddle
You sow the seeds of discord
You'll reap the fruits of death
He learned to dominate the gamesmanship of war
An outrage, cynic for use all
You are a rusty nail in our coffin
The world's reminding exhibition
One man's meat is another ones poison
So kill yourself with tears of joy
We'll never accept to bite the dist like this
Got a mighty weapon to defend us
