In three months and a day, your homes will plague you,
Your paychecks will haunt you and your love life will own you.
This is it, we'll expect the cost, we'll expect the cost.
Spring does not exist, neither does Jesus
To whom inquires first
While you sit their praying hard to a god that doesn't exist
As your head follows down
It's in your mouth
Forty years, into nights.
Child this will end your life,
Forty years, of your life.
A bad taste,
A terrible sense of smell,
Fool yourself,
For the books your children bleed for.
We're going to throw the burning bodies,
Down the wishing well?
During a raping, you can't get back your pennies.
During a raping, you can't hold yourself on trial.
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comAll we are, are fitter men,
Cast us as violent.
All we know can't hold us back,
Beautiful children with wreck less hands
Will doubt them?