كلمات Slaughter Of The Soul

Never again On your forcefed illusions to choke You feed off my pain Feed off my life There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Always the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children - born of sin Tear your soul apart Always the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children - born of sin Tear your soul apart "Men must attempt to develop in themselves and their children liberation from the sense of self ...men must be free from boundries, patterns and consistences in order to be free to think, feel and create in new ways" - Luke Rhinehart, "The Diceman" 1971