I can’t recognize The look on your face You became so old and tired Over past few years
No sense to count wars That you ve been through You killed people for money Or if someone told you to
Chorus: With so much blood on your hands Man you don’t believe in god or even devil You would always win the game You don’t care about no justice and no honor anything at all you re evil
I never saw you smiling I wonder if you can I wonder if exists the one That you can call a friend
Surviving in a world To this very day Man you were just born to kill Those standing in your way
chorus
they offer you a meal of poisoned flesh and blood of those men and women you have killed and long ago forgot
from thousand faceless leaders you pick and worship one so come out and face the mirror to see what you`ve become