Mad Sin

Mad Sin - Morbid Times songtekst

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Sometimes I think about your life
I like to cut your throat with a kitchen knife
Politics 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
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 Rock'n'roll Rock'n'roll the only way out
That's a fact, that's a fact, there is no doubt about

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Taal: Engels

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