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Waiting for tomorrow

No point of living here

Turn your backs to the monster

That lives inside your head

Parasites in anger

In need of medicine

Creating wars for gasoline

That put them on their knees

Injecting thoughts of praying

Gods that don't exist

Only by the wallet

They can get away with it

Holy wars and murder

Same apathetic mind

No death inside these sacred walls

Well that was just a lie

Prophets executing deeds you can't understand

They keep telling you're the reason you have blood on your hands

Destruction compromising, never disappear

Target common people, holding up the fear

That's bound to happen when you kneel before the wrong messiah

Hunted by the masters

Of all seeing eye

By the blade of damocles

Is the only way to die

Riot of the violence

Marching in the streets

Standing up for private hell

Where devil only greets

Counting for tomorrow

To be a better place is

The act of idiocrasy

Without of any grace

"I'm the god of everything

And nothing shall I give"

Is this the way that it will end

Or just a beginning

False gods executing prays you can't understand

They are telling you're the reason you have blood on your hands

Destruction finalizing, always disappear

Target common people, keeping up the fear

That's bound to happen when you kneel before the wrong messiah