1. Murder Show

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The Murder Show

Do you think your colors can
Gloss the wicked world?

Paint it anyway you please
It will burn away

Her divine flame
The Murder of Today

Do you think good taste can drown
Moans of tortured earth

Dress her in the Sunday news
bend her like a twig

She will come your way
The Murder of Today

Stomped up, shot or torn apart
it's the same to Us

Bait us anyway you can
Mantras of the Ruling Class

In time will pass
The Murder of Today

Drowning in a sea of flesh
Parroting the lies

You hear a voice
the rest is noise