Wilt Lyrics - Extreme Conditions Demand Extreme Responses - Brutal Truth

Drawing from the truth 

Innocent few cast their chips in 

Praying, count accounts 

Believe in something for a price 

Cop out 

Broken dreams 

Deceiving more 

You've raped their hearts and soul 

Capitalize 

False gimmick for the weak and needy 

Blind angel 

The shortest distance from the truth 

Rotted minds 

Believe your loaded lot of shit 

Forgotten few 

Sorry victims of divine crimes pay their lives 

Capitalize 

False gimmick for the weak and needy 

Blind angel 

The shortest distance from the truth 

Rotted minds 

Believe your loaded lot of shit 

Forgotten few 

Sorry victims of divine crimes pay their lives 

You're faceless beyond crimes 

You've taken on a new level 

Hatred, more spite than any other 

Gutless, dying victims 

Hollow shells, empty lives 

Lifeless lives