Letras:
Guillotine Blood Money

you call life? You parasite, you dry me out Live or die, who gives a damn Your dirty claws in me, oh will I ever see My head is in your guillotine [

I hate the way that you look at me Like I'm nothing but crap on your shoe I hate your face, I hate that phony grin Your conformist ideals and your views

the third world And go on like before When death is in the doorway Let's wage a little war Who cares about tomorrow There's blood to spill today Who cares

machines alive No one is necessary, you' all secondary now In skeleton city, in skeleton city Just another day, in skeleton city Come here, I've got your money, and money

Send us to die, to add to the gore We're on a wartime supply Rewrite the laws, to fit to your cause To you we are nothing but whores An arm, a leg,

Can't see the consequence, the world turns into ice No reason to pretend, its now, we die So hard to comprehend, we're hanging by a thread Humanity has