(Song Has No Name)

Look around in our little paradise Taste the innocent fruit I`ll bomb your brain away There`s power of technology Which`ll guard your human way God is dead - Jesus crucified And the pope will burn On his gallow tonight I can`t believe this shocking truth Can`t look around - Can`t open eyes So taste just the freedom of An forbidden youth Everyday I walked through the streets Bones instead of trees Blood instead of water A land which keeps on smiling In the end of the book Nobody wants to speak your dirty Language Nobody wants to hear your sadistic Message Questions build up - Never answered More than just your god can see So let`s creep in the graves of our Brothers and sisters To forget an evil culture