Tales of the HoloHoax Lyrics


Gas shut tight by a wooden door,

and a ballpoint pen

That didn't exist till after the war.

All this and more,

Tales from the holohoax.

How can six million cookies

Be cooked

In only three years

When only five and a half million would be made.

The holohoax.

A made up fairy tale like Christ

To enslave the white man.

Like the dairy of that cunt

Ann frank.

A story made up after the war.

So disguising was she,

Mentally ill,

The lowest of all,

A faggot and a kike.

Control with your so called "Story,"

The manifesto of sub human scum.

Paper only fit to wipe my ass.

Ann frank,

The dyke kike.

Her family hiding like rats.

From the debt collectors.

The noble people of Germany

Keeping the filth away.

ZOG's new industry to keep the white man

Enslaved.

White man and white pride pained as monsters

Forever and always,

To tie us to ZOG's fists.

The holohoax is an institution not history.