The nauseating smell of waste
contaminated by the blood
dripping for the knife

of a hatchet man
a self-destructive (cruel) act
in the name of a god

that is used to justify a
holy battle plan


It's going down now
no hope for pow wow
you can't expel the devil from his dwell

there ain't no sanctuary safe enough
no shelter built strong and tough
to protect against this earthly hell


Out comes the batz
they're leaving their cave

soon they'll be outta sight
out comes the ratz
they are leaving the ship

swimming off into the night
out comes the vultures
fleeing human discommend

in this mayhem of dismay
there'll be no tomorrow
this is the end

and tomorrow, no today

A game of sick monopoly

polluted by the appetite
for cash and to control
a flock of sheep

an atrocious quest for peace
a certain route to genesis
It's hard to comprehend

the power of such a creep

so it went with a blast

no future no more past