Get it Off Your Chest Mate, (3)

Kill, kill, kill them all,

Save, save, save us all,

Doomed from day one,

Why has it begun?

To torture us in a living hell,

War breaking out, like a demon spell,

And what is that smell?

It smells like compromise,

Not the promise to deliver us from hell,

Oh my god what's that smell,

It reeks of children dying; children crying, not flying,

Like they should be.

Fall, fall, fall we will,

And I call, call, call and still,

No answer from a god,

No reply, not anything,

Just silence,

A deaf, dumb and blind god,

Invites us all to the great sin ball,

Asking us to repent when it's far too late,

No wonder religion is so full of hate,

Suicide bombers ten a plenty,

Ready to kill, kill, kill,

Acting on gods so called will.

Answers, answers, answers is what we need,

Not to watch our brothers and sisters bleed,

If I had an answer, then I would be a rich man,

If only answers came inside a tin can,

Bought and sold on supermarket shelves,

So much simpler life would be,

Instead of this living hell,

Inside addiction our common affliction,

No matter what it is we need,

It is the heart of empathy and pathology,

Destroying the life inside of us, of me,

All we want is to be able to just be.

Weak, weak, weak we are,

Human beings protected from afar,

By nothing,

Almost voodoo technology,

Read the papers for astrology,

Read the list, you're not dead today, check your biology,

But, what of tomorrow?

What of today?

What if there was another way?

Stop. Look. Listen.

The answers are there, dew ridden and glistening, Just waiting to be found