Relapse
(In warfare, there is no substitute for superior firepower)

A sick twist in the course of events
A sick twist in the course of events

A sick twist in the course of events
The prey’s become the hunter
A blunt knife has carved a scar
Straight through the sanctity
Cradle rocked violently
Where have we seen that barbed wire before?
Just where?
Just where?
Men reduced to numbers before

In the desert nothing grows
In the desert nothing grows

In the desert a payback state
Is inaugurated
And designed to grow hate
Demonize, you’ve paid the price
Emphasize your innate rights
Where have we seen them ghettos before?
Just where?
Just where?
Men reduced to numbers before
New alms for the bleeding hearts
New alms for the bleeding hearts

In the garden of bleeding hearts
We danced in silence
To the sound of shells
Well what did you expect to be?
A victim for eternity?
Relieved of animosity?
Excused to do as you please?

The stone throwers live in glass houses
The stone throwers live in glass houses
The stone throwers live in glass houses

You’ve been those numbers before