Rifle is a joyment

Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked

People turn demonic, roaring, dying and transforming
Into cannon fodder, carbon extracts, and oil
Into stinking trenches, into food waste and rottage
Perfect role models — sperm, and gas, and shit

Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked

Sprouting seeds of anarchy are giving savage growth
Socialistic syphilis corroding even line
Insanity world frontline continuing it's spread
Mercy — to no one, to no one, to no one

Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked

Typhoid-ridden barracks deployed in our skulls
Astonishing gas-chambers of our cozy flats
Cops and loyal patriots, crutches, straps and belts
Nothing but pure bullshit, bullshit, bullshit

Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked

People turn demonic, roaring, dying and transforming
Into fuel and plastic toys, chemicals and oil
Into mass production waste and tombs and sholder badges
I see swelling, growing our psychedelic army

Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked
Rifle is a joyment, everything is fucked