Wet Spinach - Waste Lyrics

They see the world as a nonprofit wasteland
So hurry up, do your exercise!
Take what you get, doesn't matter if you need it
If you are weak, they won't save your life!

A look beyond then you feel all the madness
Slowly slip into your brain
Clapping hands, murdered children in your free land!
Turn around, leave the gods behind, 'cause

This is not our way, it is not our faith
All these rotten fruits, you will have to taste!