Paroles de The Children Of Sin

Lower your head, look down under your feet You'll see dirty freaks, streching their hands to you They're stinking, they're looking wickedly at you Too many of them - a horrable sight! This is filthy product of civilization The result of reproduction of drunk herd Born in fucking mud and lust Children of sin! Freaking bodies all around Hungry eyes look into soul Source of loathcome diseases Pus discharges all the wounds... Society of beastly laws, the stronger survive Injustices pressing your mind, freaks grow in namber Nobody can change it, the only way out our strength has come to an end Throw away the needle, otherwise death!