Текст песни Diseased

Cold wars...genocide... Slavery of man Third world poverty... Multimillionaires Mass starvation, But don't be Alarmed That Part of the Population Doesn't matter Much anyway Blood drunk like Water, now no More rain No more victims for For the altar In the temple of decay Watch the frightened Refugee seeking Sanctuary His govern- Ment Wants him Dead... He has no choice. Old woman in the Gutter, just barely alive The crown turns Look away They never ask why. Why are we diseased?