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Distorted faces, mutant truth Living horror, paying for the lucre Deformed bodies without brain Victims of evolution, victims of plague Innocent scream, fighting to survive Never opened eyes, but they will die Convulsions and coma, montrosity and pain Industrial warfare, producing new races Chorus See the toxic mist over our heads Chemical disease, curse of the earth Poluting water, air and sea A desert future, no retreat... Mutant faces, distorted truth Acid rain still runs From the black mists comes the death Where is shitty press, did they forget? Can you see the men and children Just praying for their death? Can you hear the screams of agony In hospital aisles? Do you see the suffering? What's the reason? This is lucre for somebody And other news on TV.