Drunk man home on a Saturday night
Kill his lovin' partner with a kitchen knife
Three kids bleedin' messin' the floor
Bullyman firepower siegin' the door
In the terror of a dream reoccurin' each night
Visions in the voids where might becomes right
When the blood in a vein turns to solid ice
Sweatin' in the midnight disbelieving your psych
It's the Anti-Christ....it's the Anti-Christ...666...666...666..
Wolf in a cloak made of woven wool
Preaches in a tongue, keep his bank balance full
Prophet from the desert scorned as a liar
Prophet's truth bleedin' on the razor wire
In the terror of a dream reoccurin' each night
Visions in the voids where might becomes right
When the blood in a vein turns to solid ice
Sweatin' in the midnight disbelieving your psych
It's the Anti-Christ....it's the Anti-Christ...666...666...666..
Money rule your life you're bought and sold
Feed a rich man's mouth but devour his soul
We poor on the floor here fightin' for the crumb
Anti-Christ speakin' through a stock-exchange tongue
In the terror of a dream reoccurin' each night
Visions in the voids where might becomes right
When the blood in a vein turns to solid ice
Sweatin' in the midnight disbelieving your psych
It's the Anti-Christ....it's the Anti-Christ...666...666...666..
War is a chore people forced to endure
Bodies litter the snows and desert floor
From the armanents industry each death will come
Anti-Christ busy reloadin' each gun
Kill his lovin' partner with a kitchen knife
Three kids bleedin' messin' the floor
Bullyman firepower siegin' the door
In the terror of a dream reoccurin' each night
Visions in the voids where might becomes right
When the blood in a vein turns to solid ice
Sweatin' in the midnight disbelieving your psych
It's the Anti-Christ....it's the Anti-Christ...666...666...666..
Wolf in a cloak made of woven wool
Preaches in a tongue, keep his bank balance full
Prophet from the desert scorned as a liar
Prophet's truth bleedin' on the razor wire
In the terror of a dream reoccurin' each night
Visions in the voids where might becomes right
When the blood in a vein turns to solid ice
Sweatin' in the midnight disbelieving your psych
It's the Anti-Christ....it's the Anti-Christ...666...666...666..
Money rule your life you're bought and sold
Feed a rich man's mouth but devour his soul
We poor on the floor here fightin' for the crumb
Anti-Christ speakin' through a stock-exchange tongue
In the terror of a dream reoccurin' each night
Visions in the voids where might becomes right
When the blood in a vein turns to solid ice
Sweatin' in the midnight disbelieving your psych
It's the Anti-Christ....it's the Anti-Christ...666...666...666..
War is a chore people forced to endure
Bodies litter the snows and desert floor
From the armanents industry each death will come
Anti-Christ busy reloadin' each gun
envoyé par Alessandro - 5/10/2009 - 11:45
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