Текст песни Meat Circus

Meat Circus Driven, driven The cruxifiction on toast Ignore the wisemen Accept drugs Woke up just to Blow these brains out Blood and crying into my mouth Fresh meat for the new ritual Rip out the wires and start again Dead beat locust mother In catharisis It's not the individual It's the analysis Face down in the plate Of self denial Thanks and feeds the pain In my eyes Here, where the money is scarce As the sun with a gun Freedom in your face Enjoy your condemned hell here You're just as bad as the rest You must have been the devil Acid house in the nest Stigmata or culture, 1994 Battered all the boundries No questions any more I wanted you, I wanted me But you point your f ingers And you stick them deep Help you destroy me