three quarters of the World are starving three quarters of the world are starving The rest are Dead The rest are Dead Overdosed on Insensitivity, All
Poppies are the Opium of the People You prefer poppies to people You take pride in Genocide There are no poppies in the USA There are no poppies in the
Floating round the Universe Fucking in our Cosmic Hearse You Know time don't ever End Cant evade those dead Zen Men Youre the meat in Big Buddas Dinner
What's that festering Grotesque Over there in a Wheelchair, Wheelchair Stifled in a Straitjacket Self inflicted Safety pin Wounds, wounds, wounds is
blasphemy squad, thriving on hate, in the warfare state, like piss in a pod. -ch- never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. death
The Black Cloud gathers smothers my Brain As i cry another tear in this struggle of Pain Another hurdle to clear is it all the same Is the conquest of
when you are a martian church, when the dust has settled, + you're born again, maybe as a martian church, maybe then you'll see, that your reality, was
It's Escapist shit of a feeble kind a fucked up institution for fucked up minds holy Matrimony is a Blissful Myth Wholly based on tradition, wholly based
no longer want to listen to your insane lies, or call for the blood of those who've died, or lust for the tears of another to be cried, no longer want
Have you Realised that Rock Stars Always seem to lie so much? John Lydon once said he cared But he never really gave a fuck Said he'd use the money he
what's the point of living in your mindless life? what's the point of living in your mindless life? what's the point of dying in your mindless death?
as you walk out of the valium of death, a sad feeling limps around your brain, funny farmers sowing seeds of discontent, pumping nerve gas around unfeeling
Couldn't stand Dummy+Maddy no More Thats why I had to go to the Psycho Squat, Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body The winning Spiel goes round and
transatlantic titanic freakshout, radio schizo, new empire's devouring old, radio schizo, the one's called sane wanna self destruct, radio schizo, peoples
grind your bones to make their bombs. nothing so slimy as a member, or obscene as the prime cut, the real chaos merchant, severed head of state. masters
carnivores are like tombstones cremating animal carcasses creating animal shit coffins carnivores are like tombstones carnivores are flesh tombstones
Drink their blood and eat their flesh, insane Drink their blood and eat their flesh, insane So we take to the homes of all their sisters and brothers
all the time- locked in your abbatoir of greed, whilst you destroy them + yourself- by taking much more than you need, there is no justice in this death
