Well you ass killing. bastard suck my arse. Religions just as crass. It's all a fuckin' farce. A stray bullet kills an innocent child. Nothing's gained and nothing's solved.
Mickey's On The Needle. Got Mini Turning Trix. They're Queuing Round The Block. To Jump The Subway Line. . Real Live. Real Live Fucking Snuff. . Shaking Blood From My Eyes.
WAR IS A BLACKHOLE TO AVOID. REALTIES OF WAR. ARE SO DISTURBING. THEY DECLARE IT. BUT THEY DON'T HEAR CRIES OF FEAR. WAR IS A BLACKHOLE TO AVOID. MUTILATED CORPSES,CHARCOALED FLESH.
In agony they cry and scream. And children and children. And children and children. Skin peeled hanging in strips.
Protest And Survive. . The savage mutilation of the human race is set on course. Protest and survive. Protest and survive. . It is up to us to change that course.
Psycho Active. With A Breathless Head On Hit. A Power That Infuses. An Evil Sweetness. . Psycho Active. Psycho Active. . Angel Of Perversion. Laced With Heartache And Pain.
Just Like Little Children. They Put Themselves Away. From Any Comprimise. From Any Comprimise. . No Comprimise No Let Up. No Let Up In Sight. No Comprimise No Let Up.
Meanwhile. . Half the world is starving dying of disease. World military expenditure increases. Half the world is living in poverty. World military expenditure increases.
A blinding light, winds and firestorms. Agonized crying. . Never never never again. . Unanswered cries of help, panic and desperation. Dazed and stricken survivors.
How Many More Red Years. In Seas Of Blood And Tears. How Many Corpses To The Dollar. (How Long Do We Swallow). . We See To Care. We See But Never Come To Care.
Riding Down The Highway. Down The Boulevard. Riding Down The Highway. In Your Shopping Malls. Deep Inside I'm In Your Children. Feasting On Your Sacred Cow.
Men women and children. Flee from the open in search of safety. Sounds of distant aircraft get louder. Louder louder and louder. A woman breaks down and cries Her child is left playing in the street.
From me to you. Four minutes and counting. From me to you and back again. Back with interest. . M.A.D. M.A.D.. M.A.D. M.A.D.. . I'll see your one. And raise you one.
Men women and children cry and scream in pain. Wounded by bomb splinters. Streets littered with maimed and slaughtered. In rigid pathetic heaps.
In order to satisfy their mania for conquest. Lives are squandered. To satisfy their mania mania for conquest. Civilians torn from their families. Happy homes destroyed and for what.
Ain't No Promise In Their Words. Behind The Smilin' Eye's. Dark Stories And A Trail Of Corpses. . World Leaders Deceivers. World Leaders Deceivers. . Bloated On Bloody Thoughts.
Tired Of These Thoughts. Of The Things I Know. Can't Hold On. Can't Let Go. You Tie Me Up. Tie Me Down. You Tie Me Up. . Imprisoned By. The Need For You.
The limbs of a child stick out of debris. It is no T.V. sketch. No no T.V. sketch. No no T.V. sketch. No no T.V. sketch. No no T.V. sketch. It ain't the work of make up artists.
Scorched earth is all thats left. Where trees and flowers once grew. A trail of destruction death and destruction. Nothing left but waste land. Littered with human flesh and bone.
I Remember That Grey Day. She Lay Still On The Floor. Needle Still In Her Arm. Eyes Staring At The Wall. The Tears Didn't Come Right Then. I Don't Know If They Ever Came.