Ideological Extermination

Don't think It's too hard And leads to depression Just feel it out And give in to it There's pleasure in submission Drunk off the spirit of ideology Compelled by the power of purity Left in the gutter like wallowing swine Beaten by reality time after time Don't work There's no point Life is cruel and unfair Take what you like When you can And live without a care Murder is the wine So drink from its cup There is no Internal struggle Inside the fanatic's mind Succumbing To corruption Comes in its good time Drunk off the spirit of ideology Compelled by the power of purity Left in the gutter like wallowing swine Beaten by reality time after time Murder is the wine So drink from its cup