Too many days, too many lies.
Too many days, Iâ€™m not gonna pray.
You can lead, try to preach,
Act like you bleed and the false words you teach.
What about all the words,
Donâ€™t you know youâ€™ll get what you deserve?
Iâ€™ve got something left to say.
Iâ€™d rather turn to the bottle than give it up to pray.
Youâ€™re a false father, too f**kin rich.
Too many followers and it makes me sick.
You can say the end is near,
I donâ€™t care, I wonâ€™t fear.
Try to keep us down, say that weâ€™re nothing.
Try to keeps us in check, we will not obey.
Break the Chains.