Genocide Paroles

Genocide - die this day or do with less
Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade
Genocide - death head strut and masquerade

Vomiting blood, where are you, God?
Can't you fuckin' smell
The damned stench, excrement
Mountians of corpse, can't you see, Lord?
It makes your Gomorra look small, very small

Flames to the sky, white Christ is blind
The burning smoke, the piles of bones
One final cry, last pleading words
Through the chimney high
The prayer is unheard

Genocide - physicians in league with death
Genocide - die this day or do with less
Genocide - holloweyed and grey charade
Genocide - death head strut and masquerade Genocide - death head strut and masquerade