I'm comming from your memory

I'm feeling sick when I see your face
I smell you bad trick into your shell

 

I'm the control that you fear

I believe your lies and I pay the price
I'm in on your shit and I regret this

 

Sweet Mother Fuckers

 

I am the way of lies you see

You disturb my peace
You still my needs
You came into my life and you're not invite

 

I am the head that you need

You're my suposed friend
My fucking president
but you still always my innocence

 

Sweet Mother Fuckers
I piss off on your rules
You play with my nerves
Mother Fuckers

 

I'm comming from your memories

You promise liberty
Deep traitor you won't see
Poverty in this world
You know what happen
Its born by your hands

 

Sweet Mother Fuckers
I piss off on your rules
You play with my nerves
Mother Fuckers

Sweet Mother Fuckers
I piss off on your rules
You play with my nerves
Mother Fuckers