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Napalm Death Order Of The Leech

There's only one war to end all war It's the loathing behind the eyes And when the eyes stay out of focus Fizxed on a point that spurns compassion And

you enforce Subhuman death squads - good Christian soldiers Subhuman death squads - good Christian soldiers Free will is unconditional With penace primed over your head Subhuman death

Shooting from the lip at those tired old cliches Well it takes one to know one Same difference - roughed up for today Every minute blemish is given that

The pulse of the world when it stopped for a day From a clear blue sky to a smouldering grey Unmerciful cruelty Awakening rudely Two evils grow Willingly

I'd rating die probing something Than see the urge, shot to fucking pieces Rip that face off - who goes there? You may - you may doubt the necessity

Admiration's one thing Lucid submission another Our gracious heads of state Our vacuous heads of state! Kings and Queens - order of the leech Majesty

There's only one war to end all war It's the loathing behind the eyes And when the eyes stay out of focus Fixed on a point that spurns compassion And

which you enforce Subhuman death squads Good Christian soldiers Subhuman death squads Good Christian soldiers Free will is unconditional With vision primed over your head Subhuman death

Scars dig deep they bleed seeds Within wounds I feed The pools of life drain fast To quench my anger Selfish, isolating, persecution Conquered nothing