Diseased Songtext / Lyric

Cold wars...Genocide...
Slavery of Man
Third World poverty...
Multimillionaires
Mass starvation,
but don't be
alarmed
That
part of the
population
doesn't matter
much anywa y
Blood drunk like
water, now no
more rain
No more victims for
for the altar
In the temple of decay
Watch the frightened
refugee seeking
sanctuary
His govern-
ment
wants him
dead...
He has no choice.
Old woman in the
gutter, just barely alive
The crown turns
look away
They never ask why.
Why are we DISEASED?