44 Days in Hell

In the late of 1988 I wish I was born
Kamisaku the misogynist par excellence
A better tragedy than the priest as set designers of child porn
Designers of a beautiful hate's propellent
To this inhuman perversion throne
Perversion throne
Perversion
44 days in hell but you seems pretty already dead
Rise from this abomination
To your acclaimed perversion throne
Tonight you'll learn how to do not die
Tonight you'll learn how to choke their ridiculous bow ties
Raped, tortured and urinated
Defecated to the first invisible sun lights
Not even seduced, just abused
'till your soul and corpse's death
Without any of this society acclaimed rights
Rights
Rights
Seeing how the hidden yakuza's face
Is ready to turn off Tokyo's lights
No I don't think so, no
No I don't think so, no
No, no I don't think, no
No I don't think
No I don't think so
And prepare yourself to fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Round 44 I said fight
And prepare yourself to fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Round 44 I said, I said fight
I've loved you through these days
Has been 5 years since we left our ruins behind
I've loved you
I've loved you
I've loved you



Credits
Writer(s): Antonino Spezzano
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