Behold! The human being, more primitive than television

The urges in the hearts of men, older than the science within

The machine comes apart with ease, the doctor's operating table

The hearts of men do as they please

John Wayne Gacy, Cain and Abel



Feeding images into you, prying your eyeballs open

Somewhere deep inside, it's true

The red you see remains unspoken

The death, the rape, the tragedy

The world is an ugly place

What's capable inside of me

Is going to rear its ugly face



Taught to close our eyes and tuck ourselves away in silence

For centuries the world dies, everything I see is violence

There's nothing new under the sun