Give a shot
Be the bullet
Give a chance
Take away the chance
Plant the fear
Shed the hope
Make a plan
Cover up the dirty
Sell your soul
Buy some others souls
Enjoy a little peace
Feel their hate grow up
Please your enemy
Stab him from behind
Trust in luck, and get a disguise

You can have some still years
If doesn't remain any old friend

Feed your ego with apparent dignity
Free a captive and show your simpathy
Loose some battles, dont be watched
Arise from ashes like a tired fighter

Give a shot
Plant the fear
Sell your soul
Cover up the dirge
Spit in their remains
Stay away from chains
And last, but not least
Never trust in yourself!

You can have some still years
If doesn't remain any old friend

Your glass face doesnt denies the truth
Behind the mask
Praises will come to corruption messiah
Make them fell guilty for believe
In your pretty talks
Many praises will come to corruption messiah

You can have some still years
If doesn't remain any old friend

Your glass face doesnt denies the truth
Behind the mask
Praises will come to corruption messiah
Make them fell guilty for believe in
Your pretty talks
Many praises will come to corruption messiah