Our lives run different ways Through the rain I see you in the sun Our star shines anyway If you wish upon it we are one Dog eat dog Every day On our fellow man we prey Dog eat dog To get by Hope you like my genocide I find it such a shame Through the pain I see things as they are We′re served up on a plate The pedestal is high enough to fall And if in time We can see the errors of our ways Would anyone change it anyhow Our time is up I bet you′d only run If you saw what goes inside our own I bet you′d lead the way If it were up to you to decide But it′s not
Mechanised death, poisoned last breath In dust realised kill, what a thrill All hell ablaze the furnace gates Stands open wide for genocide
Genocide - physicians in league with death Genocide - die this day or do with less Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade Genocide - death head strut and masquerade
Vomiting blood, where are you, God? Can′t you fuckin′ smell The damned stench, excrement Mountians of corpse, can′t you see, Lord? It makes your Gomorra look small, very small
Flames to the sky, white Christ is blind The burning smoke, the piles of bones One final cry, last pleading words Through the chimney high The prayer is unheard
Genocide - physicians in league with death Genocide - die this day or do with less Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade Genocide - death head strut and masquerade
Genocide - physicians in league with death Genocide - die this day or do with less Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade Genocide - death head strut and masquerade