Oceans Of Blood

The voices of the dead

Are calling from the grave

They scream you've got to seal

The doors of destruction

Warnings of damnation

From the dead below

Resurface to the ground

In a toxic waste

Your future generations

Thereafter have to pay

They scream but no one listens'

Well business as usual they say

Power is the name

The name of the game

Where do you get the notion

That profits are to blame

Oceans of blood, the cities will flood

Oceans of tears, will drown you in fears

Malignant grey twilights

Puss yellow bile green skies

Industrial promises

Or a bunch of lies

Thoughts as grey as ashes

Thoughts as black as night

The wise man prophecy

Of future with no light

Leaders who get kickbacks

In a shroud of deception

They tell you that they are

Example of perfection

Power is the name they say

The name of the game

It's better to reign in hell

Than to serve in heaven

Oceans of blood, the cities will flood

Oceans of tears, will drown you in fears

We are the species

Inventors of Zaiklon ' B

The camps of walking dead

Of Auswich and Treblinka

We use napalm bombs

To torch into submission

Men, women and children

And see it as a mission

To end a stalemate war

We drop a nuclear hell

So harmless children sleep

In a radioactive bell

We think we can harness

The treacherous green bile

And dearly we pay for arrogance

With Chernobyl and Three mile

Oceans of blood, the cities will flood

Oceans of tears, will drown you in fears

One dreadful day the skies rained death

And thousand of innocent

Gave their last breath

Man's inhumanity

And hatred for each other

Will always find a reason to kill

The face of hell grins on mankind

Demanding his annual gruesome toll

In a currency of human souls

With our help he'll reach his goal

Some say a tail and pointed ears

Has the enemy of our race

Look a little closer

And you'll see the human face

How do you make people listen?

With blood and tears we'll pay

You scream but noone listens

Well business as usual they say

Oceans of blood, the cities will flood

Oceans of tears, will drown you in fears

Some say there is a kind of death

That serves a greater purpose

But can you find nobility

When you're six feet under

Millions of children die

From sickness and starvation

Yet before we feed them

We give them our salvation

Overpopulation, deprivation

Radiation, contamination

Pollution and depletion

Choose from the menu of the day

Sometimes you have to come

Full circle to see the truth

The only blame man can find

Is within his mind