The freedom of speach Seems to justify your actions You swear to tell the truth With crossed fingers in your back
Down in the gutter Where all hope is lost A pleasant shiver chills In thought of the holocaust
Your grip of power so tight So people don't know what to think They believe in your false prophecies And follow you to the end
World strangler A stranger in your self made hell World strangler Strangled by your own words
All the prejudices You believe and defend You project onto others But you only should be frightened Of the stranger in yourself
World strangler A stranger in your self made hell World strangler Strangled by your own wordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
