Servants

Leb-los

The dynasty of our disease [bad word]  has reached me
The liberty ?
Can't find enough
Life on Earth

Leb-los
Servants

So sick of love
So full of hate
The kind of fear
And feel you hate
 [bad word]  run

You love your lies and the sweetest disguise
But you hate your feel when you're locked up in here
Say it

I love my [bad word]  run
I love my [bad word]  run