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Sociopath

 

Sociopath

(album: Octagon - 1995)


Kill! Kill them all!
Pigs written in blood on the walls
Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man
If you allow all shit that's happening in this damned rotten land
The pressure your damned system religion and school puts on our minds
Creates an all collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me
Do you think you're safe locking me up and then throwing away the key

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just a product of a broken nation's shattered dream

Death! Death to all!
Pigs screaming, the blood runs down the walls
You'll never be successful trying to keep the madness behind these walls
Because the pain comes from inside and creates chaos within all
You can put me in the chair and watch me fucking fry
But I am aware my death's a nation's alibi

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just a product of a broken nation's shattered dream

Kill! Kill them all!
Pigs written in blood on the walls
Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man
If you allow all shit that's happening in this damned rotten land
The pressure your damned system religion and school puts on our minds
Creates an all collective pain that no damn walls can keep inside

Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me
Do you think you're safe locking me up and then throwing away the key

Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free
Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just a product of a broken nation's shattered dream

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