Tekster: Corrosion Of Conformity. Blind. Painted Smiling Face.

Burning tree, blackened sky
This land God forsaken
A thousand men prepare to die
Their spirit long been broken
In misery, hear their cry, mouths hang wide open
Flashing steel, hot lead, the white man has spoken

Painted smiling face
Pockets filled, lust fulfilled
The butchered know no mercy
Painted smiling face

Blind eyes, closed hearts, they do not remember
Brutal past from the start, no justice now forever
Humankind is but a part yet they find no answer
Harmony is the art these men refuse to master

Painted smiling face
It's clear the end is near
This path leads to nowhere
Painted smiling face

Yeah, I see you
See right through you
And I hear you
But your words will never ring true

My mind is clearer now
At last I can see all too well
Deceiving shades are wearing thin
Humankind prefers living in Hell

Painted smiling face