M.o.d. - Unhuman Race lyrics

You criticize a way of life And don't agree to Their struggle or their plight Then you're branded, left dead, stranded Freedom of thought I don't ask, I demand it You point the finger, but your guilt lingers You agree just to blend So you don't figure Talk is cheap, flesh is weak Actions make the man So judge him by his deeds The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace You criticize a way of life And don't agree to Their struggle or their plight Then you're branded, left dead, stranded Freedom of thought I don't ask, I demand it. You point the finger But your guilt lingers. You agree just to blend So you don't figure Talk is cheap, flesh is weak. Actions make the man So judge him by his deeds. The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace. The unhuman race... The unhuman race... The unhuman race... What a disgrace. Live a life of shame Of profanity and pain. Salvation's down the drain You're the unhuman race