Never again
On your forcefed illusions to choke
You feed off my pain
Feed off my life
There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown
Always the same
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind
There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown
Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children - born of sin
Tear your soul apart
Never again
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind
There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown
Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children - born of sin
Tear your soul apart
'Men must attempt to develop
in themselves and their children
liberation from the sense of self
...men must be free from
boundaries, patterns and
consistencies in order to be free
to think, feel and create in new ways'
- Luke Rhinehart, 'The Diceman'
1971
