Puppet Strings

Puked out, down to the ground
Naked and sick in this world of shit
At the end of the day remains the hole of my soul you’ve cut out

No peace for me
I don’t need to reflect
No peace for me
I just have to act

But I’m still giving a shit for what you’re fighting for
I’m still having enough from the gods you adore
I don’t need your fucking rules, I won’t worship your fuck
Despite my fate I can feel that you suck

No Peace for me
At the end of the day I’ll blow you away
I will never fight your war!