You killed in the name of freedom You killed for the West of Europe You killed for a new business-land You win and now what do you pretend?
The plot sickens
They killed an ideology They killed the truth, they killed the real things Now they control the East of Europe Now they condemn the revolutions
The plot sickens
Two worlds, two ways, two winners... They play with the dust of there lands They're building the new aggression On the heads of the whole world populations But your fire will be there against you Lies of peace now begin to come true Tell me how I can trust in your god In your laws, in the proud of your new world
Romanticize these fucking lies, romanticize... Their Christ's a killer
