The Wretched End - Of Men and Wolves | Текст песни

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Uttermost hostile, it is where you will ever be
Conflict and betrayal, you godamn liar
Define your existence in one single word
Puppet of men, in the hands of a genius

Of men we are, wolves we would be
The species of the weak
Itching the world like a festering rash

A never ending walk, so long, yet redeeming
No harm done, but still to come
Hey fucker, what about the fucking respect ?
You got a serious defect ?

Of men we are, wolves we would be
The species of the weak
Itching the world like a festering rash
No point to seek

A stairway to the bottom of lies and pitty
A bottle full of straight cut neglect
I never want to know your name
Get sucked up by a fucking sect

Of men we are, wolves we would be
The species of the weak
Itching the world like a festering rash

Words of nothing, put your money
Where your mouth is
I long for a spiritual winter
Let it all remain in hibernation

Decades of wrath - no gods, no cure
This is what as asked for, what we prayed for
No reason to stragger it
It's a pile full of shit

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