The Haunted
Forensick
At night I listen to the sound of the animals
I understand now that there are no limits to what you are capable of
You don't even see it yourselves
And the news anchor on the TV set talks in a neutral voice
About rape, murder and this week's weather, without change of tone
It seems that nothing matters as we close in on the turn of the millenium
Violence and commercial breaks has become the opium that used to religion
Fuck you, mankind
You're so ugly, so vain

The language of brutality is all you seem to understand
Bloodlust - as long as it's someone else's blood
To fuck, suck, eat and shit
Breeding has turned into a pastime
Death as recreation...

You are no better than a pack of hyenas
The sight and smell of someone else's pain and misery makes you feel good
Ensuring one more day in safety
Decimating the odds that you or someone you love is going to get hurt
Well, don't fucking fool yourself
You're not safe, not in this world
All you are is collateral damage
Presumptive headlines, expendable meat for the media hounds
Statistics and forensic reports for some brainless fuck to drool over on the internet
You are royally fucked