warm and safe at home, staring at the telly their eyes are open wide and still they're blind puppets of a show a life they take for granted they live a life that someone else controls
why do they never wonder who's above and pulling strings
addicted to the thrill of cyber-sexual dreaming slaves to the harlots they will never have prostitutes at work all for their career ready to be betray for a little more
victims of the wheel children of the evil standing proud of being nil hanging on the wheel creatures of the evil time will lead 'em back to Hell
they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of Death
Sundays at the church repenting for their sinning speaking words of faith to pagan lords profession of belief in African starvation banking fees are killing more than deeds
victims of the wheel children of the evil standing proud of being nil hanging on the wheel creatures of the evil time will lead 'em back to Hell
they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of Death
they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of Death
aliger daemon fulgores humanae gloriae et ardentium cupiditatum largiturTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
