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
