We’re being lied to, led down the garden path; like fattened cattle to the slaughter. The Banksters are banksterin’, The War Mongers are warin’, The Politicians are lyin’, And the People are sheepin’.

Why are you still in Aff-ghanee-stan? Why are you still there? Are you trying to convince me that you give a damn? Not me, then who? Hmm… I thought it was to get rid of the Taliban, I thought it was to

If I asked you, I wonder what you would say to me. Would it be yes, would it be no. While we sit barely touching with pleasured state of mind And the question stays unasked like we don’t care, Anticipation

I see a face, a lonely face, the eyes have no feeling. They know what I know, they see what I see, my mind they are stealing. Their colour is cold, colder than ice, They cut through my flesh like hot butter