My body is feeling weak, my head is full of doubt. I don't know where my world is, nor what it's all about. The things that made me glad are run in down the drain. I can't afford to feel sad as it takes up half my brain. Materials that don't matter take men under their control. They can't hear the pitter-patter of the last drops of their soul. A cancer to the earth, a burden to the gods, what point does it really serve? What really are the odds? They take more than they give, no air to replace the fumes, no food to sustain & live, more dead to fill the tombs. Conversation is a dead art, speech is a useless tool. If you can't live to play the part, than you listened to the fools! Just because there are weapons, doesn't mean it's an armory. Just 'cause there ain't no whips & chains doesn't mean it ain't slavery. Sacrifice the immaculate - stone the priests in the road. Try to hard to calculate what you reaped from the sown. Your gods are all a fable, but the devil's in a thousand men. They need to keep the power stable, so they teach you how to sin.
Mother taught you wrong
Father wasn't there
I can't finish this song
Let's just end it.....here.