The Factory Of Death 가사

No baby! Don't touch that radioactive toy No food and blackouts of every street light Open your eyes, it's horrifying, it lays in your sleep You eat the bullshit seven days a week The real owners of the world smacking god with the 8-finger devil's hand And tell me who's gaining from the anguish and sorrow Doctrines you swallow, dioxin your breath Doctrines you swallow, dioxin your breath Whatever you have done to learn Whatever you need to expiate Whatever you say Doctrines you swallow, dioxins your breath In the factory of death And tell me who's gaining from this bloody business Doctrines you swallow, dioxins your breath Doctrines you swallow, dioxins your breath No baby! Don't touch that rosary chain It's contaminated by the aura of the living dead By years of horrors By millions of deceptions By false expectations By hundreds of unanswered prayers