Tell me:
Should you be cooked for cookin?
The epitome of Inca junkie
Do it up gonna kick it tomorrow
It's horror show for decadents
Only the parasite is paranoid
We'll call him Johnnie Arsie
Time to beg, steal and cower
s**ing on a Gla** God
No freedom in basing
s**ing on a Gla** God
I can't understand
This white line worship
How it hinders every man
To seek a love so infadel
Son of Earth bound heart to Hell
It really makes me sick
HAUS:
Why do you bask in insecurity infidel apathy?
Your heart's in Bab - Your heart's in Babylon
To crucify again the one who set me free
Is everything I want to flee
s**ing on a Gla** God
No freedom in basing
s**ing on a Gla** God