Tekster:
Killing Joke Extremities Dirt And Various Repressed Emotions

hot And the children dehydrate I saw the soldiers burn I saw their skin just blister and break Each and everyone of us is counting out The moments of

I looked across the North Sea And the sea looked so dead I wondered what this place would look like In the next twenty years But where I'm living All

deep Our consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in its sleep Vacant expressions and don't look ahead Everybody dance with the beautiful dead, I said We all queue up and

And I breathe in and out so very slowly It sends a shiver right down my spine In the quiet I can come to terms with All I've done and who I am I turn