Your god is your chains Reject your god reject your system Do you really want your freedom
Look to the north, look to the east, look to the west and south On all horizons storm clouds loom and roll across the sky The river bursts its banks and
The pulpits standing empty, the congregations left Because to qualify for piety they had to pass a test [Q:] How much "roughly" is your god worth to
Earth to ashes, buildings to dust A radioactive burning crust The meek shall inherit all that is left Inherit the Earth, a living death From the cradle
It's a race against time And there's nowhere to hide So they look for the sign In the sky [Chorus:] No sanctuary But its all a mistake It's already
I awoke in a sweat from the American Dream They were loading the bomb bay of the iron bird Giving their blood to the Doomsday Machine I screamed into
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Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider and glue People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get
My friend the time has come for us to say goodbye So with these parting words I bid you farewell It seems the life we led was just a shameful lie What
Progress? That's just regression Technology? That's nothing new "Advance!" you scream insanely "Advance"? From this to what? [Chorus:] And every time
Lock up your children the axeman is coming Lock up your children the axeman is coming Lock up your children the axeman is running Lock up your children
Welcome to Cell Block 427 it's 10 o'clock at night Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep And if you're hungry, if you fancy a bite The
I just buried a friend He had come to the end But I can't help feeling that it needn't have been Caught in the flak There was no turning back So he gave
Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead The army retreated, the soldiers have fled The carcass of nations lies out on the plain For many to question
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may die It's better to laugh than it is to cry My cup runneth over with blood and not wine The last was the flood,
The wind of change transformed the plains into the desert And on the lower levels demons scream delight Places of worship have ceased to serve the purpose
You say that you hear voices, I premsume that is correct? And you say that all the bad boys end their wicked days in hell? Well if it wasn't for the collar
The parchment of my flesh must break The winter winds my soul doth take And all beneath the heavens lies in peace A world will form and fade away The
