Never again

On your forcefed illusions to choke

You feed off my pain

Fee off my life



There won't be another dawn

We will reap as we have sown



Always the same

My tired eyes have seen enough

Of all of your lies

My hate is blind



There won't be another dawn

We will read as we have sewn



Slaughter of the soul

Suicidal final art

Children - born of sin

Tear your soul apart



Always the same

My tired eyes have seen enough

Of all of your lies

My hate is blind



There won't be another dawn

We will read as we have sewn



Slaughter of the soul

Suicidal final art

Children - born of sin

Tear your soul apart



'Men must attempt to develop

in themselves and their children

liberation from the sense of self

...men must be free from

boundries, patterns and

consistences in order to be free

to think, feel and create in new ways'



- Luke Rhinehart, 'The Diceman'

1971