Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes Strike any hour for this glory true lies Their minds infected, the virus heating up their hate They kill and die for this unfailing true faith
Only one request To live and die for a lullaby And when the hammer falls A young child dies in his mother's arms
Makes no sense to me at all Confessions of the faith for sale Waiting for the ones to fall Who is responsible? The kings of war
Clean slated preacher, a tattooed smile upon his face Prepared as teacher for the weary human race
Fakin' and dealin' with dirty old lies They're livin' it up, there's no need to disguise Dragging the enemy down to his knees Give us the bravery, we're begging you please The ten commandments are free for a deal The future is over, it's breaking the seal Come on, raise up your hands And we're livin' it up to be freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.