Lyrics
Drawing
From the truth
Innocent few cast their chip in
Praying
Count accounts
Believe in something for a price
Cop-out
Broken dreams
Deceiving more, you've raped their heart and soul
Capitalize, false gimmick for the weak and needy
Blind angel, the shortest distance from the truth
Rotted minds, believe your loaded lot of shit
Forgotten few, sorry victims of divine crimes pay their lives
You're faceless
Beyond crimes, you've taken on a new level
Hatred
More spite, than any other
Gutless
Gutting victims, hollow shells, empty lives
Lifeless lives
