III. Savage

Trade green for white That new high is out of sight Count on insecurity Then grow with impurity Watch them clawing on their way To reach euphoric heights Playin' Russian roulette with someone else's life There is sickness inside your head Wield the crutch, command the dead How heartless would you have to be Tearing lives apart like a ruthless savage A ruthless savage See the beast among the tribe Feed the broken empty eyes Massacred the feeble minds Use them up to glorify Sit upon a throne of souls Ladle poison to their bowls And cast aside the long forgotten bones There is sickness inside your head Wield the crutch, command the dead How heartless would you have to be Tearing lives apart like a ruthless savage A ruthless savage A ruthless savage There is sickness inside your head Wield the crutch, command the dead How heartless would you have to be Tearing lives apart like a ruthless savage A ruthless savage A ruthless savage