Woorden:
Anihilated

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

Over-spill of radiation Arsenic and lead pollution Excrement floating past, Damaging the cytoplast. Surface oil floating free On the great eternal

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

Exquisite sacred creatures Hunted to the brink of death To give unscrupulous traders Another form of wealth Screaming skinned alive Screaming skinned

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

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

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

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

Go! Whoa, I never give in Whoa, I never give up Whoa, I never give in And I just wanna be, wanna be loved Whoa, I never give in Whoa, I never give up