Show Me Your Soul
You murder the young;
You murder the old,
You raise your flag,
You claim the world,
You win the battle,
You fail the war,
You're all in the bottle,
You're soon on the floor.
In the name of God;
You hide and strike,
Betraying your Lord,
With things he dislike.
The boy is dead ;
He was going to play,
The women you rape,
And finally you slay,
The world you want,
Is dark and brown,
With the sky all smoky,
With buildings all down,
Its all you want, Okay?
But this you won't win.
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