Cryptic Slaughter. Speak Your Peace. Still Born, Again. Zeneszám

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 in hand
And so I fill
This glass that stands

Chaos controlling with minds that are robbed
Of their wills

Children of the earth
See not their worth
- Wasting their lives
In vain, in pain
- It is no surprise
Stillborn again

Another cig
I slump my head
This here soul
Mistaken dead

Maybe tomorrow we'll all find a way to escape