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There's a sickness that keeps reaching out Grabbing a hold of the world no control Reputation, reputation, mortality of the man Cowards, they always leave filth in their tracks That won't wash, wash away Fear is the motive in the things that they do That they do Their world seems so godless Their world seems so godless All out to war The way to be stronger All out to war By force we will conquer The fraud, the elections Denying the freedom of choice From the people Repeating the errors, inventing excuses To profit from conflicts Reputation, reputation, mortality of the men A world so godless A world so godless