Seeing through bitter eyes
Pride is prime of youth
His blackness - is his vanity
To side - the side of truth
He knows - he'll always lose
He's lost before
A boy with a grievance
A man with a grudge to bear
Society seen to destroy all he's been
Vietnam taught to k**
Dormant behind the will
He still retains the will
And he will
The scarcity of pain
In contentment rich boy realize
No pleasure - is pleasure
Till he's fed by its name
Nothing to lose
Still less to gain
Nameless, Faceless
Walking corpse
I met murder on the way
He wore a mask like today
Around every corner
A conscience cries
Struggling for breath in a vacuum
Faced with the cold gaping wound
For madmen only
Know where contentment lies
For madmen only
A coolness knows no conscience
Put away with finality
In the high impa**ioned pit of murder
Conscience free - slit accuracy
For madmen only
Never search for happiness
For madmen only
Only pleasure
Everybody is that crime
Walking the thin straight line
The tightrope of tragedy
For madmen only
Know where contentment lies
For madmen only
The great american dream
... The decline of civilization
...... Echoed in the victim's scream
......... I met murder on the way
............ He wore a mask like today