My discontent

Take them all to the darkened courtyard

Chopped them into chunks
Bag them up and count them
Wait until the flesh is contained


Feeding your loved once
Is a human right

People fear infection
Don't forget to tag the last one


Apply pressure (its) better to end your life
Prepare suppertime
Conditions dormant

We never seem to dine
The best's gone off
It's angelic, it is

Could we be the dead?

I see one thing that's missing


It's just like Hersey, Hersey
Why comply, a sick campaign

Millions of men
It's just like Hersey, Hersey


Imprisoned pride
Treated like animals, sever the link of the land
The spirit suffers

Taking an external rest in turn

I've seen the wall

What could have been?
Am I dead or alive?


Mistaken Chores
Surely denounced
They were grilled while alive


I see feeble, feeble souls
Feelings (have) stopped now, your savior's gone


Imprisoned pride
Treated like animals, sever the link of the land

The spirit suffers
Taking an external rest in turn


I've seen the wall
What could have been?
Am I dead or alive?


Mistaken Chores
Surely denounced

They were grilled while alive