Strangers

The word accomplice
doesn't enter my brain;
this tragedy happened,
now I'm entertained;

We all want the dirt,
never mind the propriety --
we live in a sick,
sick society.

A plain cry for help
and I turn away;
I won't get involved,
at least not today;

Cause there's only me
here inside my skin;
I'm not like those beasts;
hey I play to win;

Look after myself,
now that's just reality --
we live in a sick,
sick society.

Relapocricy

Everybody knows
who's right in their pleas
who's right who's right

Then you decide
just matters of degrees
at home
matters of degrees
matters of degrees

Ugly Means and Ends

Let's silence the poets
For the children
For the kids
For the common good

Righteous violence
Justified in twisted minds
Let's silence the poets.