Worshipped by the mindless, they drag disciples to ruin. Waiting for the right time to empty someone else's pockets.
Proud of what they do, indeed. Betraying the same hand that feeds them. Victims after countless sins? How can noone dare to see?
Can't believe the truth, nor can withstand their lies. Not so well concealed inside that ill-conceived disguise.
Saints for many deeds, whatever fits the bill. Join your hands and pray for those who live on what they steal.
Just look at what's inside, hidden within the lines.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.