Like a plague  Flooding streets  Is the stench  And blood blood of the innocent x2    This is everything, you've  Been dreaming of.  They still die  For your benefit    Our friends still die  For debts  You raise.    I'm not standing for  All your fallacies  We're the living proof  Of his treachery x2    Your destroyer  Hands soaked  In blood and oil  War lies they cry    what's the reason for fighting  If there's no fucking end x2