Letras
Die!
All I need was a little respect
No love, no appreciation
Just rejection is all I get
Surrounded by corruption
25 Years of guilt
Punishment, brainwashed
You may be the curse of God
Suicide, chosen one
His pawn will rule the world
I am the one who don't respect
And will be burned
When I wear the jacket
Reflections of my mission
This will be the duty
I will be the one type man
Fresh air and the sun
Nowhere sacrificial
It is always said
Feel real, not artificial
25 Years of guilt
Punishment, brainwashed
You may be the curse of God
Genocide, chosen one
25 Years of guilt
Punishment, brainwashed
You may be the curse of God
Suicide, chosen one
His pawn will rule the world
I am the one who don't respect
And will be burned
His pawn will rule the world
I am the one who don't respect
And will be burned