Woorden:
Fight Beneath The Violence

[Halford/Tilse/Travis] Closed into self asylum, On ice that's paper thin. Wrapped up for good protection. Keep that from getting in. The shadows bring

tongues were being talked The garbage lying in the streets of the Village, Smiling face of an unknown Bob Dylan (do it again, man) She was sixteen, young and so willin' The sudden violence

the enemy of the world our greatest defeat slave warfare our wings are almost dry and free absorbing violence [pain] punishing pain poetry is the perfume

not know how cruel that could be Fighting a war that rages inside The world can't see the hate that burns in there How can we face what lies beneath,

death, the lesson learned too late Escalating tensions sweeping 'cross our land A gun beneath your pillow you fail to understand Images of violence

'Til the day we die We have to live beneath this blackened sky 'Til the day we die Under a total blackened sky Fight, bound in fight Demons and Gods

And the chaos reigns; it is insane ... The violence of technology; something so obscene ... Behold the bloody ritual; the forces are engaged ... The

Set stayed in the hard desert To him belonged all drought and perversity And he sheds his tears Beneath the Boat of Millions of years And he fights

I won't let it bring me down Bring me down... I say it's enstilled As I peep from beneath the titled brim of my pinwheel Steady mobbin', heavy problems Genocide resynthesize to violence