Текст песни Joel Christ - Jestamang

The lines we created are turning into walls
Just look out your window, walls stacked up tall
The Earth belongs to everyone, and none of us alike
We can't divide, and let our pride keep us fighting the wrong fight

These ancient constructs we don't have to abide by
Keeping our people in and those people, left to die
Because we are a future people who can think for ourselves
Not follow Columbus or Attila the Huns fun

That reminds me
We're on to number seven
The oldest and the darkest

A character right out of the early ages
As soon as living things come into the picture
This evil was standing there, holding a mirror

That reminds me
We're on to number seven
The oldest and the darkest
A character right out of the early ages

As soon as living things come into the picture
This evil was standing there, holding a mirror

I am the 7th evil
The evil of theft
Not the theft of commodity or material of course
Stealing things is not evil
But stealing sex and life is

This is my dungeon, now make yourself comfortable
I have a song to sing
Then you'll see
That I'm so evil your dog can smell it
See what I mean