I was told of a place in a distant land
where tortured souls often cried together in anguish,
and the scenes that were shown were of a cruel and violent nature.
Scenes of pain and cruelty were there to be seen.
The arena, the time and the place were set
for all to watch and see. 
I was told of a place in a distant land
where the oppressor ruled with an iron hand, and of nations who sat in complacency left cold and emotionless by history.
Scenes of pain and cruelty were there to be seen
and all the while I should have known
it was you killing me.
Somewhere east of eden the designs will never change.
Infected through others fear the world stops at the end of the hall.
We watched the life force fade away.
The eventual price you will have to pay.
(Once you are dead how could the children have known)