Presto Manifesto Lyrics

Shoot the messenger
Shoot the perpetrator
Everyone's guilty in sickness and health
We're all stuck in this rat race to reach for the light, the stars, for glory and wealth
We're all fucking killers

Leave no witnesses

Worthless savages
(Blood of the north)
Godless godful
(Blood of the south)
Nonsensical
(Blood from the west)
Heathens