Walking around a precipice
with the wind trying to blow them down
and all the promises burning deep inside their head
Sold Souls that changed their votes
for a dreamed place called paradise

Repentance
Now they crawl to the edge
but don't look down my friend
Deal is deal
Let your body fall away,
'cause your casket is opened
waiting you to be burried.
You Cannot Runaway

Suicide votes bought for some bucks
Are you satisfied with your sale ?
And The Empire will carry on and on
murdering our freedom of choice
once and again.

Walking around a precipice
They're losting their breath, yeah
and starting to pray for god forgiviness
Sold Souls that changed their votes
but now the dreamed place is so far away

What's the price of your liberty ?