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