Letras: Gama Bomb. Tales From The Grave In Space. Apocalypse 1997.
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Livid hands wring rinds of joy from future dwelling life
A ghost of family in every home as society spirals from the light
Patrolling black belly pigs brand identity codes into searing flesh
Reconfigure binary to bring down enemy jets
I robot, resisting arrest
stamping boot that keeps us oppressed
Apocalypse! Who'd have thunk
Humanity! The boat has sunk
Life waiting in line for a virus scan
Your own child will denounce you for having soft hands
Depredations, interrogations where intruder alarms will scream
They're watching you, so smash the screen then shoot to kill ? you know what I mean?
Searching scope that snipes at hope
Ramming injustice home
They've washed your mouth out with poison soap
You will report to the justice zone
Can it be there was a time when men and women laid together with the sun upon their skin?
It's just a crime beyond comparison now in a world where thought is sin
Alternate history of a future past where orthodoxy is the law
If you are a man, you are the last, now a victim to the saw
Spotlights scan the rubble sites were the pigs unleash the hounds
To fall in love is the final crime and will bring the truncheon down
Livid hands wring rinds of joy from future dwelling life
A ghost of family in every home as society spirals from the light
Patrolling black belly pigs brand identity codes into searing flesh
Reconfigure binary to bring down enemy jets
I robot, resisting arrest
stamping boot that keeps us oppressed
Apocalypse! Who'd have thunk
Humanity! The boat has sunk
Life waiting in line for a virus scan
Your own child will denounce you for having soft hands
Depredations, interrogations where intruder alarms will scream
They're watching you, so smash the screen then shoot to kill ? you know what I mean?
Searching scope that snipes at hope
Ramming injustice home
They've washed your mouth out with poison soap
You will report to the justice zone
Can it be there was a time when men and women laid together with the sun upon their skin?
It's just a crime beyond comparison now in a world where thought is sin
Alternate history of a future past where orthodoxy is the law
If you are a man, you are the last, now a victim to the saw
Spotlights scan the rubble sites were the pigs unleash the hounds
To fall in love is the final crime and will bring the truncheon down
Tales From The Grave In Sp