Distorted faces, mutant truth
Living horror, paying for the lucre
Deformed bodies without brain
Victims of evolution, victims of plague
Innocent scream, fighting to survive
Never opened eyes, but they will die
Convulsions and coma, montrosity and pain
Industrial warfare, producing new races
Chorus
See the toxic mist over our heads
Chemical disease, curse of the earth
Poluting water, air and sea
A desert future, no retreat...
Mutant faces, distorted truth
Acid rain still runs
From the black mists comes the death
Where is shitty press, did they forget?
Can you see the men and children
Just praying for their death?
Can you hear the screams of agony
In hospital aisles?
Do you see the suffering?
What's the reason?
This is lucre for somebody
And other news on TV.
