Population Control کے بول

In times of war, Gods reward their children By slaughtering everything Scorch all life across the earth Leave everything in chaos Program in our minds that Were nothing more than minions Thousand, thousand, thousand years Still we crawl and beg Running faster from our deaths I’ll never understand Why Smell the death, of the poor, of the shit Easy to fall in line Sing the song of wars they bring Turning wheels of time Gods rule through deception Knowing nothing of honor And cross their fingers snidely As they send you off to slaughter If men did know The price they would pay If men did know The price they would pay Circle the sky They cackle and cry All the wiser to this pointless butchery Dirt turn to mud Dirt turn to mud Blood keeps falling Down Hear the laughter of death Population control Cry the tears of the blind Population control In times of war Gods reward their children By slaughtering everything Forgiveness is a slow cold death Burning me up inside