War
Keep printing bills, in greed we trust
Left the deceit to our sonsRotten and crooked we follow undivided
March
Once again into a living hell
Since the begining we know it well
Leaving a path of sorrow
And denial
And all that I care
The booze is still in my hands
Lets give birth to a ritual
The booze will belong to us all
And all that I care
The booze is still in my hands
Lets give birth to a ritual
The booze will belong to us all
And
Someone will laugh while you mourn
No one will care if you return
The will to be guilty, the need of testifying
Done
Dissidents of the chosen ones
A brand new breed of human drones
With holes in our souls and reading
Bedtime stories
And all that I care
The booze is still in my hands
Lets give birth to a ritual
The booze will belong to us all
And all that I care
The booze is still in my hands
Lets give birth to a ritual
And the booze will belong to us all
And all that I care
The booze is still in my hands
Lets give birth to a ritual
And the booze will belong to us all
And all that I care
The booze is still in my hands
Lets give birth to a ritual
And the booze will belong to us all