Wilt LyricsDrawing
From the truth
Innocent few cast their chips in
Praying
Count accounts
Believe in something for a price
Cop-out
Broken dreams
Deceiving more - you've raped their heart and soul
Capitalize - false gimmick for the weak and needy
Blind angel - the shortest distance from the truth
Rotted minds - believe your loaded lot of shit
Forgotten few - sorry victims of divine crimes pay their lives
You're faceless
Beyond crimes - you've taken on a new level
Hatred
More spite...than any other
Gutless
Gutting victims, hollow shells, empty lives
Lifeless lives
