The Plot Sickens -

You killed in the name of freedom

You killed for the West of Europe

You killed for a new business-land

You win and now what do you pretend?

The plot sickens

They killed an ideology

They killed the truth, they killed the real things

Now they control the East of Europe

Now they condemn the revolutions

The plot sickens

Two worlds, two ways, two winners…

They play with the dust of there lands

They’re building the new aggression

On the heads of the whole world populations

But your fire will be there against you

Lies of peace now begin to come true

Tell me how I can trust in your god

In your laws, in the proud of your new world

Romanticize these fucking lies, romanticize…

Their Christ’s a killer