Slaughter of the Soul

Never again
On your forcefed illusions to choke
You feed off my pain
Feed off my life

There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown

Always the same
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind

There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown

Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children, born of sin
Tear your soul apart

Never again
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind

There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown

Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children, born of sin
Tear your soul apart

Men must attempt to develop
In themselves and their children
Liberation from the sense of self
Men must be free from
Boundaries, patterns and
Consistencies in order to be free
To think, feel and create in new ways