Every pray that offer to him
It's all a tribute that you pay for support
So when you drown inside your memories
You comprehend, it's an army of none
In absense of a happy life
You chase the book to broke you monotony
So many lies, but you're still believe
The executor serves the name you speak
In the name of garden, justifies your gun
Now I can hear your voice, it's a coward's song
Planted in your head, you're a parasite
And ignite a boring life full of crap and regret
So look around, see a genocide
And you'll find that money what you cannot get
At first... The body counts rise
At middle... You start to vitimize
The end... You die
At least... The cowards are denied
