Nan and Pa are gone
Holding hands, arms blown off
Their fate, it’s too late
Your loss, my hate
Ashamed of the horrors I’ve done
The pieces lay strewn
The people, they judge
But I know what I had to do
The shock, the fear
Fill the homes of what is unseen
Blood-soaked hallways
Fill my dreams
Can’t shake this feeling anymore
All I know is I need more
Can’t shake this feeling anymore
All I know is I need more
Tell me it’s wrong, they can’t be heard
Driven to this point of no return
Easy to say for civilized minds
Who claw and wretch against mankind
Murder
Hunger
Fear
Unite, divide, and drive
Nan and Pa are gone
Arms blown off
It’s their fate
Your loss, my hate, it’s too late
Their money gives reason to let them live
Sucking out what’s left to give
You wouldn’t care if they live or die
A man of profit is a man of lies