Testo di People

Do 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.