Homo Iratus - King Of Logic lyrics

Without sight and hearing Only with the sence of touch Illusory affection they sought Far away from truth's lucid eye A cold hand of help Morbid state of habit A matter of principle Can you refuse? Who the f** are you? King of logic In the land of the damned Obsessed with the dream Of life after d**h... ...and hope King of logic In the land of the damned Obsessed with the dream Of life after d**h... ...and hope For some quality time Residing in concrete cells Who are we to judge? Who are you to question?