Narath - Sin | Текст песни

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On weekends you love to watch TV
Serials and talk shows - it's your
You want a child from a strong working men
That it was your support in old age
You are afraid of talking about war and death
You're afraid of my Father and his Sons
You do not know the taste of blood on his lips
You do not know the sweet taste of sin

My sin

Do you think that anal sex - is a perversion
You love beautiful pictures in magazines
You pathetic homeless animals
But you never helped them
Do you have a job, home and family
Your life is measured moves to death
And your death will be dull, like your life
You will die and never know the taste of sin

My sin

Do you think that Britney Spears - it's cool
Emptiness in my heart you pour wine
Do you go to church to pray to Jesus
And his mother's lascivious fat
You often go to lunch at McDonalds
And you look back in fear of returning home in the evening
Because the range of people, just like you
But even more are you afraid of me and my sins

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