| Lyrics: | Psychosis of the mind will be the death of us all,
your brain's screaming from the depths of
hell,
loud and ringing like a clarion call,
and the clanging of the mission
bell.
There's fighting on the left, fighting on the right,
there'll be no more
fighting,
when we're all blown out of sight.
There's faith, there's hope, and there's
charity,
it begins at home that's what you never see.
There's rich there's poor, and there's
tragedy,
when will it end when will it end ?
Education's what you need not a brand new
gun,
.. ready, load, aim, fire.
The devil of serenity thinks it's fun,
gotcha building
your own funeral pyre.
You're told to march, told how to feel,
hot knives, cold cold
steel.
Your cruel black eyes,
make my skin crawl.
And I trust you,
as far as I
could throw you.
You're like a square peg fitting in a round hole,
live today, you
belong in the past.
Beating on your chest with your blind faith,
total a headless chicken,
it's a real blast.
Not the only ones to ever see a disaster,
shrouds covered in the dust of
alabastor |
