Letra da Música Morbid Times de Mad Sin

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