The murmur grows - until they rage It is not a scenery At this market-place in middle-ages Somebody - in the crowd - Speaks a prayer Hundred burning torches rise In their light appears the silhouette Of a mighty FUNeral pile
Headling with some unknown herbs - Rising suspicion - "Death" - they say - "is what she deserves!" - An innocent victim - "Instruments of torture will tell us the truth!" And it feels like Oooohhh...
"I'm representing the church Somebody said, in you might lurk Things - still not seen by human eyes Is is dark magic, you are practicing?"
After there are no tears left And they thought, they'd feaced the fact "Nothing is as it should be You're accused of witchery!"
"If there is a creator If there is a god... You will pay for all the dead There's punishment above! And somebody outside this chamber of horror
Knows my fear, knows my sorrow YOU preach, how could I learn? 'cause in this faith is CHARITY ABSURD!"
After this words wer spoken The cowd wants to see her die The way to the confessor Will it be the last one in her life?
The murmur grows - until they rage And somebody speaks a prayer A prayer...
2. Mind Mutilation
"A teardrop falls down from eyelash The abusion has begun Say, is this the way YOU love me? All my might is gone... If your eyes are blind, I'll tell you I am one of the human race Don't you see that wounds of violence Slowly leave their trace?"
Help? From neighbours? No chance: they ignore Don't dare to discover A little boy must suffer
Listen... "You're scum since your day of birth!" - Hammered in his head - Receiver of second-hand emotions Degraded in slow motion It's an unforgivable crime What they're doing to their child Did you ever hear about the right to live?
Did you ever see: You are dangerously sick? And you never learned Controlling your frustrations Exit: Mind Mutilation
Listen... After hours of heaviest violence A little body had no chance An explosion of brutality Is the sad reality Can't you see, your child is dead?
To the most around they seemed to be A family in harmony One point others couldn't see: They're stricken by brutality...
Help? From neighbours? No chance: they ignore Don't dare to discover A little boy must suffer
3. Incapsuled
Victim of a tragic accident To survive she really had no chance And they thought, that all in her had died But ONE part was still alive...
So they couldn't hear The silent scream As they connected her on this life-machine
An embryonic existence Incapsuled in a corpse Artifical rescue of a lost life The decision: Right or wrong?
Let live? Or let die? If it would be on you, how would YOU decide? An abortion, a solution - maybe But taking the right to live from the Baby away? Why punish to die?
Is it murder or not? Can they bear the blame in front of their god? And a fear of the medical disciples: Maybe the child will be born CRIPPLED!
Medical history hey write A solution for a later life?
In the night to the 17th of November - The point of time - the world will remember - As s manipulation-trial has failed And an embryonic existence passed away
4. Progressive...
Nowadays they are called "Progressive Wars" So seen near ARABIA CROATIA and BOSNIA Politicians preach with their greatest pride The last thing we need is a nuclear Suicide!
Mankind will be sorted out...
5. Daddy Was Her First Man
A sweet girl of eleven years Within her brain: The darkest fear caught by absolute disaster Her virginity - lost to the own father There he comes with alcoholic breath Now her mind is fallen, emotions are dead Cold by routine she's accepting her fate Which she must endure since her age of 8 People close their ears And they close their eyes They're only open for a moment When somebody has died The weak, little victims have no voice And falling tears don't make a noise How long does it take 'til a bit of compassion awakes Something... disgusting! Covered as a harmless game Abnormality is reflecting In all the things that happen To other girls with different names - Left without being protected -
"Hey, your daddy is doing a crime To you and your little mind A defect will always be In your mental factory"
Locked inside the darkend room As the horror passed her by... The kitchen - place for the next rape In despair she reaches the butcher-knife And she refuses doing that once again At a certain point of panic she cuts away His little friend! Justice now is sealed But do you think now she is healed? You can give her shelter You can hold her tight But you can't take away this horrible frigth When memories of the past appear To control her life in fear...
