Morbid Times 歌詞

sometimes i think about your life i like to cut your throat with a kitchen knife politica who twist the truth - just tell lies - drive me insane i hate your guts don't wanna fake - i can't get the repulsion out of my brain you name religion but just bring war i spit on you that's what you hate me for you are the pope the biggest snake - we hate you don't need to fake your fall will be the day - the day i see the light i'm dying in morbid times - and i was born in morbid times we are all the chessmen in their game called moneymaking and big fame rock'n'roll the only way out that's a fact and there is no doubt about