the gander Brainwash what moves and gives If I could brainwash the cults with the truth Millions of lives would live, live, live Cultic regimes, cultic regimes Cultic regimes
Smoke and fire on your lips again Desire strikes you out and wins Bang goes your head again locked in chains Little do you know it's got you bound 'til
Vertimas: Nevaisinga Kryžiaus. Kulto režimų.
