There's a sickness that keeps reaching out
Grabbing a hold of the world no control
Reputation, reputation
Mortality of the men
Cowards they always leave filth in there tracks that won't wash, wash away
Fear is the motive in the things that do, that they do
Their world seems so godless
Their world seems so godless
All out to war
The way to be stronger
All out to war
By force we will conquer
The fraud the elections denying the freedom of choice from the people
Repeating the errors inventing excuses to profit from conflicts
Reputation, reputation
Mortality of the men
A world so godless
A world so godless