Jhameel – Utilitarianist in Hell
I've had enough of you my poision to fill my pores with grief
I've made a colossal width from scratching the surface with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers I can mend with my love
So with the strength of battalions we
We kill for
utility
utility
I've paid my compassion with words of dissonance
They raise us for selflessness
Sacrifice righteousness for life
These ghosts are holy corpses bound
Oh come child you have made us proud
The words are wiser than we'll sound
Our crimes are numerous and loud
