Step into my full bus try to stay there Prove that your course is right yours and others' are copies
the shrine of stereotypes God is with us, you must pay the price the shrine of stereotypes
We make our way while stepping on heads in search of a way Put a gun to ones head, fighting to the death The queue to hell with a sad face and burning brains The land's quicksand swallows us from dirty mouths the mud pours out.
Step into my full bus but don't stand out among the rest their eyes imbued with hatred they know everything about you
the shrine of stereotypes God is with us, you must pay the price the shrine of stereotypes
We make our way while stepping on heads in search of a way Put a gun to ones head, fighting to the death The queue to hell with a sad face and burning brains The land's quicksand swallows us from dirty mouths the mud pours out.