Cold wars...Genocide... Slavery of man Third world poverty... Multimillionaires Ma** starvation but don't be alarmed That part of the population Doesn't matter much anyway Blood drunk like water. Now no more rain No more victims for the alter In the temple of decay Watch the frightened Refugee seeking sanctuary His government wants him dead... He has no choice. Old woman in the gutter, Just barely alive The crown turns...looks away They never ask why. Why are we DISEASED?