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