I fill my lungs with tar

It’s said it would be gold

Already missed the use

Already killed my muse

You live in someone’s fear

And dried out all your eyes

Your teeth are doomed to break

Can’t even eat the flies

ROTHSCHILD

ROT, CHILD

Illusions can be painful

But can not save ourself

Be patient or be cruel

Stop searching for yourself

ROTHSCHILD

ROT, CHILD

Your blood on our hands

No hope for everyone

You scream for holocaust

We’re praying „Nazis Raus“