(The best part of killing someone is the look on their face It's that look Not when they're threatened Not when you hurt 'em Not even when the they see the knife It's just when they feel the knife go in)
Face death of an innocent young girl We face death of an innocent child Cold blood, put to death without meaning We don't care because we think we are god
Blind rage, black evil The last betrayal of our own flesh and blood Wake up, stop screaming We sell our soul and we kill our own god
Face death of a whole generation We face death of the human kind Face death of a whole generation We face death of the weak and the blind
Slow death of a man killed in blind rage Slow death of the human race Tormented bodies cast away in a black cage Tormented bodies cast away in a cage
Blind rage, black evil The last betrayal of our own flesh and blood Wake up, stop screaming We sell our soul and we kill our own god
Face death of a whole generation We face death of the human kind Face death of a whole generation We face death of the weak and the blind
Music, lyrics & vocals by Johan Van Roy Remixed by Analogue Brain