Mass For the Dead -

Blindly we follow leadership of the psychopaths

Trust in their ways, promises of a better life

Crooks have been playing us for many years

All for personal gain

Hope for the common man aside

Shattered dreams, broken hope

We should have seen it coming

Conniving parasites

With no values, with no morals

Years in the past

Same shit as now, we’ve been cheated

We gather in the numbers

Like masses for the dead

Worship the betrayers

Give our lives all in vain

Wars are fought, day by day

Hope for the common man aside

Blood and sweat, life is hard

Just because of them

Scriptures have alluded before

Rise of the prowler

Year after year, masses are burned

Rise to the power

Spill of the blood, to curb up the race

Rise of the prowler

Greed and pride, blast from the past

Rise of the prowler