Growing tired of your selfrighteus ways Only concerned of the riches you gain So high up in your chair That you can't look down And the circle of violence Goes round and round Behind a perfect smile A mind of deceit disguised Spreading the disease Poisoned tongues Spread the web of lies But the truth still lies Between the lines Don't tell us what to believe Contaminate us with your disease Your aims are so easy to see We're coming across the lines Tearind own you disguise Killing the disease For thousands of year Man has ruled the world Taking all they he can Read and ruined All around Disease of man