Living in the world of lie we make a big mistake
Burning churches, people cry of give more then take
Fallen angels of the hell they singin' serenade
Songs about your sinful ways is open up the gate
Brother, you've been taken away to keep playn your innocent games
Father, the creator of live, soon will takin' a fate in his hands
You try to run from painful truth and have yourself a lie
Gather up in bottle for the final suicide
Playn' role and wearin' mask like part of masquerade
When you hear of judgement day you say you not afraid
Brother, you've been taken away to keep playn your innocent games
Father, the creator of live, soon will takin' a fate in his hands
The master, my master
I wake up in the morning and puke on floor, drink some Jack and feelin' so fine
Then light a heavy joint and stoner metal boys will take my to the deeps of my mind
I hardly face it, that is disgrace, cos songs about the universe very soul
I try get higher and be inspired, ill take a load from Oborn's chode and die - all in the name of rock n' roll!
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