Back To Cruelty

Heads of motionless men are bending Over the receding ground Useless hands are laid on knees Would be so nice to shoot them down Back to cruelty Back to cruelty For these fat men cut off from real life By connected filters set in line Tone down the keenness of their sight To dull just like a blunted knife Back to cruelty when starvation is staged Back to cruelty to make up for their tedious lives Beat them, hit them Beat them, kick them! Back to cruelty Back to cruelty Outsides a run of coded pictures They try to sort out once again But the truth slips out between their fingers With the handling of these cards in vain Back to cruelty A word will never weep Back to cuelty A book will never bleed Remember thoughts are a waste of time That keep you from action and fight Remember to think is to stare at oneself Another way of staying deaf and blind Back to cruelty Get rid of cold white vision Back to cruelty They're through with emotions Hit them, kick them Strike to make the fat men utter Cries of hatred, cries of anger Beat their flesh to shake them out Of obscene sleep now let them shout Back to cruelty Back to cruelty, now! Don't stay behind your window Don't kill your crawling shadow That holds you to the floor Back to cruelty Back to cruelty Back to cruelty