Testo di Justify My Game

The man who plans and the gods who damn But listen to my friend: If you have never finished your deeds And seen them to the end No chance or accident that At last you're sitting on the Edge of a gully Senseless rebel Who's mad at everybody The man he plans and the gods who damn In among this riotesse A cut throat from razord edges Isn't more ain't violence Abstract who gives a fuck Bacause I don't justify my game take it Shelter won't make you make it You're dead... beware... The man he pland and the gods who damn Contingency's violence All action a person made as Something else than riotesse Master serving the slave revolution Anarchy raving chaos Nothing can save you from loss You're gone... beware...