12" Ep
, 1989 ,
We bite
I look at myself thru' a broken mirror
a perfect image of humanity
and sounds come from the beach
I can hear them
Waves are comin and goin away
I look into myself, love and destruction
I become almost blind
and all I can see is children
with weapons in their hands
they're ready to fight, ready to die
Eleven years of innocent pain
perverted constrictions versus a free death
just cheap dreams for who's got
nothin' to lose
I'm openin'my scar
I laugh at you
I bleed you don't think
you dead
Angry beast with no soul
is what you created with your own hate.
