Death to the Vile

I'm tired of pretending Their lives aren't worth ending Touch a child, i call DEATH TO THEM ALL String them up, Or buried six feet deep, An unmarked grave NOT FOR THE WEAK Stack them high An unmarked pile Of Pedophiles I'm tired of pretending Their lives aren't worth ending Touch a child, i call DEATH TO THE VILE Denial is bleak Tombs for the meek NONE FOR THE WEAK I prefer the old way, You got what you gave Took a clean pure heart Now your dead, like a dog DEPRAVED Found to be the worst of all "It's not fair", "It's not your fault" I think I've heard it all, now I CALL DEATH TO THE VILE DEATH TO THE VILE DEATH TO THE VILE DEATH TO THE VILE DEATH TO THE PEDOPHILE!