DIVIDED MINDS by CRYPTIC SLAUGHTER PRINTED WORD OF A DIVIDED MIND WHAT YOU READ HERE IS JUST A LIE WHAT YOU SEE HERE YOU WON'T FIND
Gleaming castles built on bones There's people dieing don't you know? You never give you only know how to take They beg for bread but you say let them
Born too soon and dead the same Is this the way we all have paved? A path to walk and nothing more A fleeting glimpse and through the door Life can be
You say you want to help me I know it isn't true Useless lies behind my back I'm not a stupid fool I don't need a lying friend The kind I'd rather kill
Violence throughout the land Racial groups, they plan attack I'm tired of white man's crimes It looks to be for good this time Brother and brother, they
Fear! A fear that is learned - Somebody told you Hear! What I have to say - Or must I show you We're! All in it together - So don't believe the lies You
Thoughts of war, complete destruction plaguing My brain Desperation of a world, when will it change The need for peace the need for something to Give
Mad, mutually assured destruction Mad, killed by inner combustion Mad, death throughout the nation Mad, total annihilation Both Russia and the U.S Don
Superior attitudes Change the way to think If you don't get your way You'll just sit back and sulk Do you know who I am? Do you really care? You think
Driving fast of taking a blast Living in a life that just won't last Jump from a cliff or jump in a pit Choosing the way your life will pass Speed is
Time goes by and makes me Wonder what I'm here for I'm waiting for a sign or Someone to open the door At times my life seems at an error Without a real
Smiling as he speaks of death Destroying lives unknown Killing 'til his final breath Protecting his fallen throne March of the chamber of gas The line
Mindless screams from the field of hate Increase our panic as generals scheme Mangled bodies emerge from the smoke Unconsciously begging the night's downfall
Pressures press Your station set Cut your groove In the bench Release control It's for the best Decrease your will I'll do the rest Reality is just a
Born to live, then to die Never ask the question why State control by mindless men Believe in death, they live to win State control, your time has come
Uneasy feelings Which way to turn Lost in the maelstrom Starting to burn Madness surrounds toy when caught up with Minds so confused And so I sit Pitcher
It's always wrong, never right It's always such a useless fight Living life with nothing to gain Tired of feeling burning pain Could hang it high, 'til
A victim is chosen His future awaits Someone is watching No one can tame Satisfied hunger Hatred within Can't go on longer Internal conflict The psycho
