Death-trip Disco
written by Jason Barrett

Cruelty abounds me,
it captures, surrounds me,
completely astounds me;
there's no room for beauty - - no more...
This ugliness growing,
our open sores showing,
the evil plot brewing it's time for a killing - - come on...

O' my lord please erase the pages
of Vietnam napalmed screaming babies
of civil war heroes losing limbs
like a Nazi-torture experiment

Pillage the planet
till life can't w/stand it,
you curse & "god damn" it,
cause you're all above it - - ha ha...
Refuse to accept it
cause you can't explain it
just pummel & shove it
where no one can find it - - come on...

O' my lord please erase the pages
Of all these egocentric strange sensations
this human race of narcissism
like a dive-bomb pilot; closing in

All so instinctive
our scorn so vindictive
just seek out a victim
seduce & constrict 'em - - they're yours...
The time now upon us
we're in total chaos
& in such a crisis
what God now can save us - - we're doomed...

O' my lord please erase the pages
I can't stand to face another day in
a world self-centered in it's own bullshit
O' my lord please put an end to it