Woorden: Viper. Makin' Love.

Growing more despite the lies
Plague destroys in front of my eyes
Everything could be better

Nobody cares if it's sun or moon
The silence is loud in motel rooms
Everybody around the world is getting sick
Makin' love, oh yeah yeah yeah

Dead hearts bleeding
So while we taste the poisoned blood
Waiting the cure or salvation from God

I can't see no regret
Man loves woman, man loves man
Man loves needle and needle loves vein

Everybody around the world is getting sick
All you need is love, is it true or is it fair?
A manipulation for a nation's warfare
So why don't they find the cure?

At least we have our final bomb
Destroyed love, put the world in a tomb
Everybody around the world is sick of it