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Nausea The Punk Terrorist Anthology Vol 1

through all your research there's still no cure for a disease like you ulcerated eyes show no glimmer of life nor do they reflect the pain inflicted

since the sun first shot it's rays across the sky a darkness crept into mankind's wretched soul in fear the weak first spawned the sanctimonious lie

Take your religious chains you don't own my soul you've tried to soak our brains to waste with holy water in a silver bowl beware of your godhood for

Lied to threatened cheated and deceived Hear nothing see nothing say nothing Led up garden paths and into blind alleys Hear nothing see nothing say nothing

maimed and mangled on a battlefield you've got no arms the nightmare's real your face and legs have been blown away a useless stump you're thrown astray

destructive not productive man always seems to destroy when the opportunity arises man always takes more never satisfied the soil is scorched never satisfied

Artillery flashes a government crashes a civilian dies false freedom's price the power of profit strengthens as death lists lengthen we've paid your

Engines of destruction lurch into gear our destiny driven by greed and by fear progress, the bitter sweet pill we must taste alone we're exiled to an

goddess raped by god devouring our imminence famished for fear we die sacrosanct arbiter subjugating the earth bastardizing spirituality demise consummate