Aztec Aztec

Love is fun, you have fun and your brake
In your room, again
You find, you wanna find your gift
In your room, again

The only God is far
You can explain, only single part
You try to explain always the same

The only God is far
You can explain, only single part
You try to explain always the same

You kill, you wanna kill your mom
In your room again
You wanna kill your mom
You wanna kill your daddy and your son
In your room again

Now you realize, confess
Your little lie
You predicate your God and so across
Your pain, your dirty shoes
You always seem the same