Inbred Vermin

Weak minded inbred vermin Call for the pesticide Time will smoke out the rats Breed like swarms getting weaker by the minute People rotted on mountains Running around with no clue Freezing they're ice cold Killed by their own plague They will rot in the winds of the utter cold We deny your rights to live Vermin, filth, blood in streams running For the edge of extension People rotted on mountains Running around with no clue Frigid they're ice cold Weak minded inbred vermin