We're the living deads (Song For Rich People)

We're the living deads
Ghosts inside your head / bed
Killed by your unfairness
To make war we are dressed

We are the life skinned men
We are your final plain
Poor children, hungry dofs
We shall catch you in the fog

What are you gonna do
For our hurted souls?
What are you gonna do
For your died fools?

We're the demons from Hell
We shall break your pitiful jail
And rush over your city
To beat the ass of our enemies !

Let us burn your sinful Earth
Let us beat you ! Deadly burst !
Let us kill your president
Let us die in a fire chant !