Tekst
They won't play your song on the radio
The war is being played out on our television
One says the drug of the nation
Your cultural fiction now is complete
Hypervenom
Hypervenom
Your faith in people hollow
Trenches left from which to fight
The rich, the rich just hold their guns
With rich smiles on their faces
While this is going on
There's a devil flying overhead
What a fucking pile of shit
Devastation
Devastation
Devastation
Devastation
