Running Wild

(Rolf Kasparek)
Poisoned snakes with doubled tongues, pretend to know the law
They menace with eternal hell, the fiend on velvet paws
They say what you should do or not, to keep you just in line
Praying they will fool the blind till the end of time
Fight the fire, the licking flame of hate
Fight the liar, the snake in the shade
He spites his wicked lies, the poison
He slithers round his victim till he bites
He injects the fuel of hate, the poison
And the fallen angel spreads his blackened wings
They pray the wine, they serve the lie, thats dripping in your ears
They daze your mind, they need your soul to oil their evil gear
A mindless and obedient slave to the lord of flies
Their hearts are weapped in blackest night, cashing in on lies
Fight the fire, the licking flame of hate