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Headless Children

Headless Children – Blackie Lawless
 
Father come save us from this
Madness we’re under
God of Creation are we blind?
Cause some here are slaves
That worship guns that spit thunder
The children that you’ve made
Have lost their minds   

This monster that we call the earth
Is bleeding
Cause the children have been
Left alone too long
This thing that we’ve made is fat
And feeds on the hate
Of the millions that it’s taught to sing
The song

The Headless Children
The screams that fill the night
Fill the night fill the night fill the night
The headless children
The madness steals the light
Steals the light steals the light steals
   the light

Time bombs in the hands of all the
   wicked warbabies
Light the fuse of temptation and we
   all burn
Four horsemen sit high up in the saddle
And waiting and ride the bloody trail of
   no return

Sleeping in the arms of a nightmare and
Wake to find we’ve been away too long
This Frankenstein of flesh
Stitched together back from death
And preying on the souls of everyone

The headless children
The screams that fill the night
Fill the night fill the night fill the night
The headless children
The madness steals the light
Steals the light steals the light steals
   the light

Blackie inspired me to vent a bit

about the on-going state of war we’re in.  

Originally written around 1988-89,

then revamped for today at this posting.

Mindless Children – Remix by Me

Science come save us from this madness we’re under.
Physicists of destruction are you blind?
Some here are slaves that worship guns that spit thunder.
The toys that you’ve made will destroy mankind.

Our spaceship Earth you’ve set aflame.
Mechanized children you’ve yet to tame.
The rulers we’ve made are fat and feed on fear.
Millions will die before your gods will hear.

The mindless children
They only live to fight
The mindless children
Blood impedes their sight

Nuclear buttons with fingers waiting to press
With DEFCON5 we’ll all have to learn
Knowing one simple touch brings a bloody mess
From a dark, cold death there is no return

Living a nightmare and waking to see we never slept
Fighting to live in this soul-less world we’ve kept
Bushco sitting high in his temple counting his coins
Drinking the blood of the fallen while swimming in oil

The mindless children
They only live to fight
The mindless children
Blood impedes their sight

 

Hey… I never said I was a poet!

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