The Waltz of Death

Running out for getting all off
My stomach is burning
There is no time to stop

All around the same
Same kind of shit
I don't wanna to sit here and spit

I am sick of this
I am sick of this
I am sick of this
I am sick of this

Swimming down the endless river
Sailing over endless sea
Climbing on the highest building
Hanging on the apple tree

Bomb victims are thrown away now
Terrorists are smiling wide
Dancing on the grave of their own
Sympathy to peace and love

Drinking chaos making bullshits
Pissing off on human race
Death is marching Satan's ruling
With his iron fist disgrace

Airplanes, rockets, television
Satellites, atom bomb
Lust and rage and US dollars
Battle for to be a God