Self-stricken from their blinded eyes
What is their future?
Telling of the screams of Guernica
Is this our future?
Clutching at their medicated minds
Our neo-leaders
Choking in the novocaine response...
We are driven underground
by the novocaine response
Yet there must be hope to see
before the sadness screams
Novocaine relinquishing the future
for dying change and sadness screams
Novocaine denying us our crimes
As for hope: sadness screams
We are hidden by ourselves this time
What is our future?
Just like the war in '39
What was their future?
But where's the town of Guernica
If no one listens?
...New York or Moscow, it doesn't matter
We are driven underground
by the novocaine response
Yet there must be hope to see
before the sadness screams
Novocaine relinquishing the future
for dying change and sadness screams
Novocaine denying us our crimes
As for hope: sadness screams
A closed mind is paralysis:
a seething ignorance; a regulated sketch
The cancer bores its way inside:
an urgent need to kill; an urgent need to die
Sadness screams a loss of man:
denying us our fate;
enslaving of our tears
Responses dulled by leperous blinds:
a novocaine response for medicated
