Progress as method Betrayed for the truth Power to reach the spheres Where nothing can harm them Your colour is red No bad conscience Disturbs your dreams.
Manipulate, annihilate The time is right to stop The maggots pray Shut up, you have nothing to say The show is over.
No victims will win Death and decay We pay for your sins They hate to pray Death and decay.
This is what you leave behind Crying women, fatal illness, dying children Convulsive with pain Rotten bodies, laughing grimaces No way out Can you hеar my words? Your chatter is just absurd Just talking about love Disseminatе hate and fear.
Your master is the player You puppets get led No heart, no humanity Just stupidity and blindness.
Manipulate, annihilate The time is right to stop The maggots pray Shut up, you have nothing to say The show is over The show is over.
I cut my loss I've paid my dues I'm not to be about To suffer your countenance I cut my loss I've paid my dues I'm not to be about To suffer.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.