Текст песни Better Not Born - Horde of Sheep

now gasp your final breath
before they march all over you
spokesmen of corrupted death
are piling up their truth

contracts are signed with blood
with their filthy, shaking hands
the assignment is from "god"
and this is their "promised land"

cheap reasons - cheaper excuses
paying for silence - praying forgiveness
day after day - the agony sweeps
uniformed scum - a horde of sheep