Code 415
Текст песни Casualty

I don't understand the way we think
Our minds suffer from a common infection
I don't understand the things we say
Our voices echo through an empty room
I don't understand the way we fight
Our missiles poised like a political erection
I don't understand the things we do
We've drawn the blueprints to our tomb
And I don't understand how we can hate so unreasonably
This racist propaganda and this anger keeps us behind the wall
And I can't comprehend the burning greed within the eyes of men
We see the price of everything and the value of nothing at all

There's blood on these hands of mine…I'm a casualty
I'll hang my head as ashes fall from the sky
There's bloodstains on the hands of time…I'm a casualty
A casualty of suicide and we never ask why

We never ask ourselves why
A casualty of suicide
Blood's running down the face of the human race
All I can taste is bitter disgrace
As we're laid to waste with such careless haste
Your mind is erased as you sit and wait to die