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