Forensick

(álbum: The Haunted - 1998)

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 weeks 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 be religion
Fuck you, mankind
You're so ugly, so vain

The language of brutality is all you seem to understand
The 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