Group feature

Empty faces fancy paces 
Vacant eyes void lives 
Moving in a stream 
Moving in a dream
Can’t you see the vacant eyes
Can’t you hear the helpless cries 
Knives flashing in the sun
Lives spent on the run
The gunning for peace goes on
From bloody dusk to dusty dawn
The tube gives indigestion
The past is a green vision
Let it go down on record
The notes symbolize discord
Grating on your nerves
The purpose it serves
Is to show you can’t know
What you haven’t been through
Were you born in stress distress
The group feature would be madness 
Kinks in your hair
Schizophrenia your share
Things are going bad
What, me worry? I’m mad
I was born with death
War is part of my health


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