In the same series as "Welcome to the city", "Age of the shadow people", "Essence of a hero" and "The fairest summer" with which I've littered these forums for no very intelligent reason; this one is intended to be the first one. Guess it gives a kind of soothing feeling of at least getting somewhere with the shit. This one has a finished vocal part, and a guitar riff I can't play. Anyway.
[Sounds of machine guns and artillery fire, and building collapsing. And a reporter speaking.
"Sirens are howling, and I can hear bomb shells in the distance. People are walking around, no one really sure what to do. Hold on, I have a gentleman here. Sir, how do you feel right now?"
"It's a disgrace, that's what it is! This sort of thing can't happen, who's responsible? This can't happen..."
The last two words echo and fade, gently drowned out by an advancing tank.]
Your cowardice has turned into an altar
There you spill, the blood, of unborn infants
Bled white, stumble and falter
Comfort, hedonistic chants
This round has the devil won, yes
God hears the empty words and sighs
Ha, you feel better when you don't feel at all
Forgot that privilege isn't a right
That's right, never felt need
Not me, always someone else
Who's there, the man on the street
Cause - of - death:
Violent impact of blunt object
From inside the head
No wonder I scare you, wimp
While human misery makes me old
You didn't even turn in your sleep
Listening to Cannibal Corpse and cutting trees with a chainsaw, now that's metal
"He preferred the hard truth over his dearest illusion. That, is the heart of science."
- Carl Sagan
"Imagination is more important than intelligence" - Einstein