Born from some mother’s womb —
Just like any other room
Made a promise for a new life —
Made a victim out of your life
When your time’s on the door —
And you trip on the floor
And you feel you can touch —
All the noise is too much
And the seeds that are sown —
Are no longer your own
Just a minor operation —
To force the final ultimatum
A thousand words are spoken loud
Reach that gun to fool the crowds
When you walk down the street and the
Sound that’s so sweet
And you wish you could hide —
Maybe go for a ride
To some picture arcade —
Where the future’s not made
A nightmare situation —
Infiltrate imagination
Smacks of past holy wars —
Fight a war with broken laws
The leaders of men —
Born out of your frustration
The leaders of men —
Just a strange infatuation
The leaders of men — Made
A promise for a new life
No saviour for our sakes
To crush the atrocities of hate
Self-induced manipulation
To crush all thoughts
Of mass-salvation
