There's a sickness that keeps reaching out 
Grabbing a hold of the world no control 

Reputation, reputation 
Mortality of the men 

Cowards they always leave filth in there tracks that won't wash, wash away 
Fear is the motive in the things that 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