Born from some mother's womb   Just like any other room   Made a promise for a new life   Made a victim out of your life      When your time's on the door   And it drips to the floor   And you feel you can touch   All the noise is too much   And the seeds that are sown   Are no longer your own      Just a minor operation   To force a final ultimatum   Thousand words are spoken loud   Reach the dumb to fool the crowd      When you walk down the street   And the sound's not so sweet   And you wish you could hide   Maybe go for a ride   To some peep show arcade   Where the future's not made      A nightmare situation   Infiltrate imagination   Smacks of past holy wars   By the wall with broken laws      The leaders of men   Born out of your frustration   The leaders of men   Just a strange infatuation   The leaders of men   Made a promise for a new life      No saviour for our sakes   To twist the internees of hate   Self induced manipulation   To crush all thoughts of mass salvation