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.