Sepsis Songtext
von ANGEL-MAKER

Every white wall and polished marque
On the gates that encage your basic needs
Gambling my rot with palms that bleed
Stacking the cards for glorified thieves

Thieves
Thieves
Just fucking

Thieves in the chairs, thieves lie the snares
Doctor, doctor, don′t you care?
It's touch-and-go, heres a bill to pare
Cant pay up? Then say your fuckin′ prayers


Round up buckle down, you've gotta pay to live
What I'd give to starve these pigs
Doctor, doctor I don′t care
Please know I don′t care.

Round up buckle down, you've gotta pay to live
Gotta fill more scripts with that same bullshit
The whole world′s sad, & the whole world's sick
The whole world′s silent, the whole world stares

& they don't fuckin′ care about you

So round em up, strap em down, you're gonna pay for this
I'm no Christ And I don′t forgive
The whole world′s sad, the whole world's sick
The whole world′s silent, the whole world stares
The whole world mad, the whole world sins
The whole world kills and it finally ends