Stalking the streets searching for fun New ways to get out of your head Meet a rich man, needle in hand It might as well be a gun Enter the realm
An enormous hole Eaten away By invisible gas Causing decay Cancer levels rise The seasons change Cataclysmic alteration Nature dies in pain
Over-spill of radiation Arsenic and lead pollution Excrement floating past, Damaging the cytoplast. Surface oil floating free On the great eternal
Apocalyptic death deadly rain Orders from above, the insane Retaliation strike, ?it's our turn" Turned to molten flesh we burn Termination time
In the deepest darkest lair The wicked plot mankind?s despair They never cease their endless quest To sink their knives into your chest And when
Release, set me free caught, in foreign fields condemned, to slavery marine, now detainee Why, leave me here? spare, me fear far from home lost
Exquisite sacred creatures Hunted to the brink of death To give unscrupulous traders Another form of wealth Screaming skinned alive Screaming skinned
Cold, radioactive cloud, descends upon the earth Freezes the sea. Blinded by the snows glare, We must prepare, we must beware Of Nuclear winter.
: [Intro] From dehumanization, to arms production, for the benefit of the nation, or its destruction, power is power, it's the law of the land, those
: i can only take so much of all the shit life throws at me soon i'm gonna go insane and kill you all and then kill me i hate to wake up in the morning
: Visions of the past rise up amongst the pain Reminders of the torture your false religious reign Political lobotomy of the wasteland masses Death for
Desperation has taken it's hold Tension like that of a vise Squeezing to death the very soul Of a man born to die in this hell Hostile impact slices through
Years have passed still the one remains sole survivor of a world in flames world of flames Last of an endangered breed lone survivor of this tragedy
From dehumanization to arms, production for the benefit of the nation or it's destruction? Power is power the law of the land, those living for death
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I cared too much And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to
A body kept alive for years Cripple and lying now in dirt of decayed Remains of organic substances A syndrome of inner damage Showing troubles In the
The prophets of God have left you solaced indeed A zombie of Jesus insane with his belief Is all that you know and all you take as you go You?re one with
I didn't know you were a fake. Every lie straight to my face. So blind I could not see right behind my back you stabbed me I should have known you were
