Nomore roses, cakes, and joy
Every other has born to destroy
Anyone you have ever know known
Falls down to deep unknown
Everywhere they have gone
Figthning against to death-zone
They have losted all hope
This became nomore joke

Grass to your knees
Death everywhere
Welcome to hell
You shall not breath

Cos' these are my dreams
My greenfields
Face the reality
Face the anarcy

Religion X
Religion X

Memory gets to my childhood
I was allways number one
Had everything already done
Then I found the facts
I was little piece of crap
Runned straight to hell
Sent me back on the earth
But this time, not one of them

Grass to your knees
Death everywhere
Welcome to hell
You shall not breath


Cos' these are my dreams
My greenfields
Face the reality
This is anarcy

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