A drop from gushing finger,
the one you pull the trigger,
drips on the holy picture
then you burn it to the cinder
A drop from gushing finger
drips on the holy picture
here’s just a pact of lies
we live in this bond age
Politicians and the liars,
people who just engage
bond: stop in war
war stop in bond,
days passed away so fast
so make your war,
make your peace,
and make your war again
That’s it was meant for us
every man wants it all,
they just want more and more
so different and so alike
can only make pacts of lies
men and lions, there’s no pact
give you peace in your war-time
in or out by pouring blood
people, where’s the crime?
