Original lyrics
ENDo you wanna guess
What you're going to face?
A little wicked man,
With razord blades.
his nails are dirty
from digging lies,
No matter how much money
He'll never be satisfied
Standing on a stage
Up high, Above them all
Preaching to the crowd-
What they must accept.
Building thier fake faiths
Following his "pink" clowd.
How his deadly lies-
Are locked in their minds.
Get your self
In position
And maintain
Your own decision
You must allways
Control your life
So don't fucking listen
To their lies.
