Don't be judge, don't condemn, Words of fictitious wisdom coming out of a bastard mouth Sermonize, twist the knife again Tell me when you plan on practicing what you preach Bastard son, spawned by deceit Bloodsucking vermin, stillborn in the mind Not realizing death had invaded your cells Until the body spoke, painfully, endlessly (Long is the path to salvation) Abandoned by your peers, obviously, endlessly Embedded within walls made of lead Descending alone at full dark, alone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.