paroles de chanson Burning Heretics - Gothic Version - Apoptygma Berzerk

Everyone's creeping up to the money god, putting tongues where they
Didn't ought to be, on stepping stones of human hearts and souls, into
The land of "nothing for free."
Well the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's
Nothing to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
To be king for a day.
Everyone's licking up to the new king pin, trying to get way up with
A smile. Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click, ain't
My way of living in style.
'Cause the ladder gets longer, and ambition gets stronger, I can't
Satisfy the hunger, that bad old moon has got you in its sway, to be
King for a day.
You're only here once so you got to get it right. (No time to fuss
And fight.) 'Cause life don't mean much if measured out with someone
Else's plight. (In time you'll see the light.)
'Cause the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's
Not much to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way
To be king for a day.