Don’t cry out in agony, there’s no one here
The little guys that you saved quickly disappears
But you’ve got your religion, your masochistic god
You’ve got your religion, the one that I forgot
You live in fear, heart-freezing fear

Mutilated bodies, attacking flies
Little beasts out of hell, angel disguised
See them on your TV-set, see them in your dreams
Kaleidoscope eyes, silver screens
Attacking flies, atomic flies

 
Scare me with your book of sin, slit my brain with a guitar string
Feel how fast my heart is beating
From the strain they got me in
Alcohol and cocaine, funky nights and sex
What you avoid is violence and facts
You’re growing mad, all mad
No truth to tell, all is well ...


(c) The Neon Judgement²