1919 - Private War
текст песни

Lawless vultures
in polyester grace
synthesize divinity

They're singing sweet songs
drain the blood from your neck, and picking at your bones
they're singing sweet songs
little sonnets of war, but it's just begun

Dance like cannibals, to the beat of the drum
bred like racing dogs, at the point of a gun
a kleptocratic haze, of vintage wine and cocaine
a kleptocratic haze, rabid and crazed

Medieval frenzy
of caste and barricades
euthanize the human waste

Manufactured Gods
with interchangeable pink flesh
junkies and perverts sit
with royal etiquette