| Revulsion Victim Having a cigarette, manufacturers no regret Puffing all day, were their lives meant to be this way No green fields for them, just a foggy room instead No country smells, just nicotene stained shells A pain in my eye means none in yours A rash on my skin ensures safety for you Enslaved in this painful world, isn't it insane Better to die, than stay in this tortured life (Victim) Laboratory murder (Victim) Laboratory death Taking my coat is no code for you I need it for my warmth, not for show Losing my life, for your beauty Cosmetic beauties made from my death You kill them for the hell of it, kill them for fun? But one day Mr. Surgeon your fun will be none Your labs will be burned when the people rebel But I'll see you bastards when I'm down in hell You sacrifice life with a flick of your knife BACK |