There's a sickness that keeps reaching out

Grabbing a hold of the world no control



Reputation, reputation

Mortality of the men



Cowards they always leave filth in there tracks that won't wash, wash away

Fear is the motive in the things that do, that they do



Their world seems so godless

Their world seems so godless



All out to war

The way to be stronger

All out to war

By force we will conquer



The fraud the elections denying the freedom of choice from the people

Repeating the errors inventing excuses to profit from conflicts



Reputation, reputation

Mortality of the men



A world so godless

A world so godless