Natural Hate - Delivery Service Of Chaos

Face to face
This is the day
Maybe you will die

There's no escape
You are here
It's time to take the mask

Your corrupt mind
It smells like shit
It was easy to find you

The time has come
No return
You will fall

Delivery service of chaos
Is the name of this place
That will be your prison
And you look at your face, deformed