IRC-Galleria

Step by step hate controls every heart every soul
Every gun pointed at those we paint as Enemies
We provide what they need to let the game proceed
Stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear
Arm to solve, kill to saveÂ… God IÂ’ve felt how it smells!
"My land’s my home" – we’re blind!
IÂ’m sick of the blood I find!
Step by step greed controls every heart every soul
Arm to kill, kill to live - God how could I believe...