Tekst:
The Suicide Machines Politics Of Humanity

My blood runs cold when I think of the condition Of human suffering and untold pain The atrocities of war make my stomach turn Falling tears, on the earth

My blood runs cold when I think of the condition of human suffering and untold pain the atrocities of war make my stomach turn falling tears on the earth

come from and whereto I will go Rat race and symbols. Crucifix and flesh. Politics and fashion. Religion and death. I am just a human being I am and I am a eat-sleep-f*cking-machine