A.I.D.S.

Close the door behind your back
You live disease your selfish quack
My course of faith has changed forever
Don't know which path will make me better

They call it plague of gays and junkies
And prostitutes of the 3rd world countries
They always find someone to blame
A person at whom they just can aim

Refrain:
This mortal sickness that we all know
Where people unscarred help it to grow
A mother with her child inside
Already victim of an old men's pride

They donate blood and now they kill
Infest a sickness just like a drill
There is no one to purify
And give the sickness all to die

Send me with millions into a rich world
It could not touch me that's what I heard
But now the beast runs right inside me
When will I die, when will it find me

Refrain