From the recording The State Of My Mind
Lyrics
The child died, but he wasn't one of ours
Just send some withered flowers
All in all we got us some bloody satisfaction
We are all killers in contraction
Do I look pretty, do I have success
It's mercy and compassion we lack
There's no more respect or politeness
Reason won't survive the emotional attack
Stored stories are just a part of the past
The hate degenerates us fast
While revenge is a dish best served cold
The truth is rarely if ever told
We live in a comatose condition
Turning and tossing ourselves into the dirt
Humiliating others our only ambition
O, I believe even the devil will get hurt
We blow a hole in each others door
And see us crying on the bathroom floor