The accusations and the blame...
True or false, they seem the same.
Filthy fingers rise in rows.
And out of shit a flower grows.
I‘m amazed how damn low people can go only by being themselves...
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Always know we never lost.
Flames rose high... Not enough to melt the ice.
Tiny minds and virtuous whores.
A bunch of morons with a cause.
Jesus saves? We will piss upon your graves!
Three wise men came to the north
On their donkeys they rode forth.
Whining I‘d committed sins
Moaning on to everything
Still amazed how a whole trio of men can have only two brain cells...
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Always know we never lost.
Acid rain: Urine on your flames
(Urine on your flames, Urine on your flames)
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Always know we never lost.
Flames rose high... Not enough to melt the ice.
Tiny minds and virtuous whores.
A bunch of morons with a cause.
Jesus saves? We will piss upon your graves!
Placid rain: Urine on your graves....