Morbid Times Songtext / Lyric

sometimes i think about your life

i like to cut your throat with a kitchen knife

politica who twist the truth - just tell lies - drive me insane

i hate your guts don't wanna fake - i can't get the repulsion out of my brain

you name religion but just bring war

i spit on you that's what you hate me for

you are the pope the biggest snake - we hate you don't need to fake

your fall will be the day - the day i see the light

i'm dying in morbid times - and i was born in morbid times

we are all the chessmen in their game

called moneymaking and big fame

rock'n'roll the only way out

that's a fact and there is no doubt about