Why do you think people are scared?
Mould, mould
Is there reason to be afraid?
Mould, mould
Let's turn sh** into gold
Ran out of freedom
Ran out of wisdom
Ran out of... ran out of freedom
Ran out of wisdom, ran out...
Should we ban these influences?
Ran out of freedom
Ran out of wisdom
Ran out of ... ran out of freedom
Ran out of wisdom, ran out of...
Ran out of reason now
All is coming to the crowd
They believe whatever people shout
And tonight all the angels cry
They just try to survive without asking why
Cruel beasts join the party now
I see them, I feel them
Drinking blood from the crowd somehow
I see them, I feel
Cruel beasts join the party now
I see them, I feel them
s**ing on the mess
That they find inside our heads
All is coming to the crowd
They believe whatever people shout
And tonight all the angels cry
They just try to survive without asking why
But tonight only evil thoughts control
Mould, mould
Yes, tonight all your angels are too slow