What a life - without a meaning
What a life - without own thoughts
You stupid man who just blind follows
Lika a stupid working bee
Whats this life for... with an empty head
Whats this life for... without having balls
Your only truth is to blind follow
An endless bowing on your knees
You never doing wrong
It s a deadly shame
You follow - OBEY - in blind obedience
No sorrow... too late
You sow the wind and reap the whirlwind
It is never you who is doing wrong
May your dead soul be in heaven
Before the devil knows that you are dead
You are an empty phrase narrator
You follow all - but always blind
Your only truth is to blind follow
An endless bowing on your knees
Never you to blame
Follow in blind faith
You follow - OBEY - in blind obedience
No sorrow... too late
To follow & obey would be a burden for me
To serve me forsake
You never doing wrong
It s a deadly shame
You follow - OBEY - in blind obedience
No sorrow... too late
To follow & obey would be a burden for me
To serve me forsake
OBEY!
TOO LATE!
OBEY!
ME FORSAKE!