I was born for this
And I will die for this
What is your purpose?
What is the point?
We have a message to spread
To humble the proud
A knife ready to bleed the senses
You guys keep saving rock'n'roll
Take care of the picture
We'll sew hearts together again
We're all sick of the silicone songs
Music ablation, scumbags
Restless whore against this
For free expression
Our souls have been emptied and filled
You keep saving rock'n'roll, take care of the image
We will sew our hearts together again
Because we feel like white sheep in the black flock
As we feel like black sheep, in the white flock
I was born for this
And I will die for this.
What is your purpose, you bastard?
We have a message to spread
To bleed the senses
A knife ready to humble the proud