Waiting for tomorrow No point of living here Turn your backs to the monster That lives inside your head
Parasites in anger In need of medicine Creating wars for gasoline That put them on their knees
Injecting thoughts of praying Gods that don't exist Only by the wallet They can get away with it
Holy wars and murder Same apathetic mind No death inside these sacred walls Well that was just a lie
Prophets executing deeds you can't understand They keep telling you're the reason you have blood on your hands Destruction compromising, never disappear Target common people, holding up the fear That's bound to happen when you kneel before the wrong messiah
Hunted by the masters Of all seeing eye By the blade of damocles Is the only way to die
Riot of the violence Marching in the streets Standing up for private hell Where devil only greets
Counting for tomorrow To be a better place is The act of idiocrasy Without of any grace
"I'm the god of everything And nothing shall I give" Is this the way that it will end Or just a beginning
False gods executing prays you can't understand They are telling you're the reason you have blood on your hands Destruction finalizing, always disappear Target common people, keeping up the fear That's bound to happen when you kneel before the wrong messiahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
