Seeing through bitter eyes   Pride is prime of youth    His blackness - is his vanity   To side - the side of truth   He knows - he'll always lose   He's lost before   A boy with a grievance      A man with a grudge to bear   Society seen to destroy all he's been   Vietnam taught to kill   Dormant behind the will   He still retains the will   And he will      The scarcity of pain   In contentment rich boy realize   No pleasure - is pleasure   Till he's fed by its name   Nothing to lose   Still less to gain      Nameless, Faceless   Walking corpse   I met murder on the way   He wore a mask like today      Around every corner   A conscience cries   Struggling for breath in a vacuum   Faced with the cold gaping wound      For madmen only    Know where contentment lies   For madmen only      A coolness knows no conscience   Put away with finality   In the high impassioned pit of murder   Conscience free - slit accuracy      For madmen only   Never search for happiness   For madmen only   Only pleasure      Everybody is that crime   Walking the thin straight line   The tightrope of tragedy      For madmen only    Know where contentment lies   For madmen only      The great american dream   ... The decline of civilization   ...... Echoed in the victim's scream         ......... I met murder on the way   ............ He wore a mask like today