Too many days, too many lies.
Too many days, I'm not gonna pray.
You
can lead, try to preach,
act like you bleed and the false words you
teach.
What about all the words,
don't you know you'll get what you
deserve?
I've got something left to say.
I'd rather turn to the
bottle than give it up to pray.
You're a false father, too fuckin
rich.
Too many followers and it makes me sick.
You can say the end
is near,
I don't care, I won't fear.
Try to keep us down, say that
we're nothing.
Try to keeps us in check, we will not obey.
Break
the Chains.
