God and the unconscious They want me dead God and the unconscious They want me dead I know that I'm not winning Can't afford the cost of living It's obvious when you are worth More dead than alive And while I have this worries All the bankers go to Paris This comes as no surprise Cause they're the ruling class Quieren que les de mi sangre! If everything I own Is already gone Submit yourself Looser! Mother say something. What do you want? But then you sense that is a no, no, no God and the unconscious They want me dead God and the unconscious They want me dead They know what they want And they know what they mean But they're never gonna tell me why they're coming after me Because I'm dead If they come and ask you to sell them your soul If they tell you the streets are all paved with gold. And you say no, no, no. God and the unconscious They want me dead God and the unconscious They want me dead They know what they want And they know what they mean But they're never gonna tell me Why they're coming after me Because I'm dead.