No Claims

No Claims

How many tears were shed because of you,
Tears of outcast who became your slave
You have power, and those who hate you.
What will you take to the grave?

Tell me how it's hard to be god
While you throwing stones to the weeping [bad word] 
Tell me how does this [bad word] suck your [bad word] 
and now you want to get her blood

I am not a god,
And I can not judge you
Tell me what you've got
To take on his duties,
Tell me, who are you?

I'll never be like you,
But I am not ashamed
Our aims are not the same.
 [bad word] me, I'm telling [bad word] 
Cause we are all to blame
But I have no claims
To you

Only moron has right to mistake
Only traitor has something to hide
Only sinner has reason to pray
and only you are dead inside

I am the voice of those who has no voice
I am the future for those who has no choice
I'll never be like you,
But I am not ashamed
 [bad word] me, I'm telling [bad word] 

sun will turn of and water will dry
And people will pray for the god
And everyone will hurry to hide
But god wants only your blood

I'll never be like you,
But I am not ashamed
Our aims are not the same.
 [bad word] me, I'm telling [bad word] 
Cause we are all to blame
But I have no claims
To you

Stand behind me and go
through the fire and volleys of guns
through the water and scorching heat
we will fall in this senseless trance
For the victory or defeat

I'll never be like you,
But I am not ashamed
Our aims are not the same.
 [bad word] me, I'm telling [bad word] 
Cause we are all to blame
But I have no claims
To you