For how long do we tolerate these fools Drunk with power Drunk with power, obsessed with death Death and destruction, drunk with power A giant game
I look out my window to a blinding bright light Enola passes passes by Tomorrow tomorrow A look at tomorrow Hysterical men women and children Run
This desire results from people's anger Towards the system Fight the system fight back Fight the system fight back People die in police custody Why
Enslaved by money Money is your god Your dreams are my nightmares Your dreams are my nightmares Shackled by rules Rose tinted views Blind to the lies
We have no choice but to fight back In defence of our future In defence of our future It's up to you, you and I To make a stand, to make a stand
Speed The Day Peace And Love Arise From The Darkness Dread And Drear From The Pit This Pit Of Hate For This Day Strive For This Day Strive Go On Loving
Buy now pay later Interest free As seen on Your NICAM digital TV Crack is the new God Black is the new black Style over content Hype overload A thousand
Kept in line with rifle butts and truncheons Beaten up behind closed doors I won't subscribe to the system The hands that tighten around my throat
Can't shake these thoughts Can't slip this skin Can't open up Can't let you in Descending into darkness Descending into madness All used up My days
Scorched earth is all thatís left Where trees and flowers once grew A trail of destruction death and destruction Nothing left but waste land
Ain't No Promise In Their Words Behind The Smilin' Eye's Dark Stories And A Trail Of Corpses World Leaders Deceivers World Leaders Deceivers Bloated
Tired Of These Thoughts Of The Things I Know Can't Hold On Can't Let Go You Tie Me Up Tie Me Down You Tie Me Up Imprisoned By The Need For You Lost In
I Remember All The Marks It Left Up My Arm Just Trying To Find My Vein Sometimes It Would Hurt Hurt So Much But I Kept On Going Ignoring Ignoring The
I Remember That Grey Day She Lay Still On The Floor Needle Still In Her Arm Eyes Staring At The Wall The Tears Didn't Come Right Then I Don't Know If
The limbs of a child stick out of debris It is no T.V. sketch No no T.V. sketch No no T.V. sketch No no T.V. sketch No no T.V. sketch It ain't the
From me to you Four minutes and counting From me to you and back again Back with interest M.A.D. M.A.D. M.A.D. M.A.D. I'll see your one And raise you
Men women and children cry and scream in pain Wounded by bomb splinters Streets littered with maimed and slaughtered In rigid pathetic heaps
Half the world is starving dying of disease World military expenditure increases Half the world is living in poverty