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There’s a sickness that keeps

reaching out

Grabbing a hold of the world,

no control

Reputation, reputation

Mortality of the men

Cowards they always leave filth in their

tracks that won’t wash away

Fear is the motive in the things that

they do, that they do

Their world

seems so godless

Their world

seems so godless

All out to war

The way to be stronger

All out to war

By force we will conquer

The fraud the elections

denying the freedom of choice from

the people and repeating

excuses to profit from conflicts

Reputation, reputation

Mortality of the men

A world so godless

A world so godless