No Concern for the Inhuman - Man is the Bastard

Club feet, can’t hardly walk

Mouth sewn shut, no way to talk

No concern for the inhuman

Scatter the dead into ruin

Fucking pigs — skulls are thick

Wretched cops — sucking dick

Fried meat, blazing sun

Guilty pigs are on the run

A feeble race takes a bite —

Rotten world