Lousy lies smell in the air, our weakness now is isolate.
Behind this wooden cage, are you ready to inhale?
Creators of rules, teachers of lies, from cradle to grave, from dream to dream.
Their numbly hands reach for me.
Creators of rules, teachers of lies, they try so hard to cut my wings.
Creators of rules, teachers of lies, who gave you right to steer my life?
You’re billion times more horrid than devil
Craving greed, perversion, desire, perfectly hidden behind their smile.
Secret maze they build to fool you and bring you down.
If you try to break the rules, than stairs and walls you’ll find.
Incredible shit pumping into your mind.
They’ll convince you who should you hate.
And what is sacrificed.
Live to verminate and pray for other day.
Creators of rules, teachers of lies, you always know what’s good for us.
No mercy for fools, no time to lose.
Fucking useless brains have to be chopped.
Live to verminate.

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