Rock Is Dead - Dennis Cruz Feat. Martina Camargo

All simple monkeys with alien babies Amphetamines for boys, and crucifixes for ladies Sampled and soulless, worldwide and real webbed You sell all the living, for more safer dead Anything to belong Anything to belong Rock is deader than dead And shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed God is in the TV Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la Rock! La, la, la, la, la Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la Rock! La, la, la, la, la One thousand mothers are praying for it We're so full of hope, and so full of shit Build a new God, to medicate and to ape Sell us Ersatz, dressed up and real fake Anything to belong Anything to belong Rock is deader than dead And shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed God is in the TV Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la Rock! La, la, la, la, la Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la Rock! La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Rock is deader than dead And shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed Rock (rock), is deader than dead Shock (shock), is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed

Lost in the darkness I fade from the light Faith of my father, my brother, my maker and savior Help me make it through the night Blood on my conscience And murder in mind Out of the gloom I rise up from my tomb into impending doom Now my body is my shrine The blood runs free, the rain turns red Give me the wine, you keep the bread The voices echo in my head Is God alive or is God dead? Is God dead? Rivers of evil Run through dying land Swimming in sorrow, they kill, steal and borrow, there is no tomorrow For the sinners will be damned Ashes to ashes You cannot exhume a soul Who do you trust when corruption and lust, creed of all the unjust Leaves you empty and unwhole? When will this nightmare be over? Tell me! When can I empty my head? Will someone tell me the answer? Is God really dead? Is God really dead? To safeguard my philosophy until my dying breath I transfer from reality into a living dead I empathize with enemies until the timing's right With God and Satan at my side from darkness will come light I watch the rain as it turns red Give me more wine I don't need bread These riddles that live in my head I don't believe that God is dead! God is dead? Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Wondering if we will meet again on the other side Do you believe a word what The Good Book says Or is it just a holy fairytale and God is dead? God is dead! God is dead! God is dead! God is dead! Right! But still the voices in my head Are telling me that God is dead The blood pours down, the rain turns red I don't believe that God is dead God is dead! God is dead! God is dead!