Letra de Murdocracy

Tell me what you believe That hysteria is written by men who are paid to believe What their leaders were told Like the bravery of fighting a war by remote control. We worshipped the pillars of greed and the silent majority shuffled along with muted dissent As white collar criminals gambled their empires away. But you're got blood on your hands. [2x] But it's not a question of faith There's a man with a cross in his hands and a darkness that burns through his soul If your god does exist Then you'll be the first to burn.