Songtexte: Vision. No Mistake.
Another sick genocide experiment
Well, can it be happening again?
Looking to other hemispheres
The inconceivable is already near
Torsos shrink behind sheltering hips
Bodies split from groin to lips
Bony feet, protruding toes
Open, gangrenous, blackened growths
Shower stalls present a treat
Within these walls a place to meet
Shortly rendering breathless rest
Blood flow stops as lungs congest
Another sick genocide experiment
Well, can it be happening again?
Looking to other hemispheres
The inconceivable is already near
Ribs cling tight to infected skins
Devoid of function held within
For children, a twisted matinee
Watching pulses slip away
Groping fingers smooth cold floors
Torturous pain merely absorbed
They crack a smile with lucid pleasure
So many killed and other maimed
Blood is spilled and cultures defamed
Not a relic of what used to be
Cruelty is no antiquity
flinch and absorb a single shot
Greet a vacant earthen plot
Await the pending convocation
Such a friendly excavation
Words can't paint this grotesque picture
Nor provide a common scripture
Please excuse this pathetic existence
But its my only form of resistance
Well, can it be happening again?
Looking to other hemispheres
The inconceivable is already near
Torsos shrink behind sheltering hips
Bodies split from groin to lips
Bony feet, protruding toes
Open, gangrenous, blackened growths
Shower stalls present a treat
Within these walls a place to meet
Shortly rendering breathless rest
Blood flow stops as lungs congest
Another sick genocide experiment
Well, can it be happening again?
Looking to other hemispheres
The inconceivable is already near
Ribs cling tight to infected skins
Devoid of function held within
For children, a twisted matinee
Watching pulses slip away
Groping fingers smooth cold floors
Torturous pain merely absorbed
They crack a smile with lucid pleasure
So many killed and other maimed
Blood is spilled and cultures defamed
Not a relic of what used to be
Cruelty is no antiquity
flinch and absorb a single shot
Greet a vacant earthen plot
Await the pending convocation
Such a friendly excavation
Words can't paint this grotesque picture
Nor provide a common scripture
Please excuse this pathetic existence
But its my only form of resistance
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