The Headless Children W.A.S.P.
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[Verse 1]
Father come save us from this madness we're under
God of creation are we blind?
'Cause some here are slaves that worship guns that spit thunder
The children that you've made have lost their minds
This monster that we call the earth is bleeding
'Cause the children have been left along too long
This thing that we've made is fat and feeds on the hate
Of the millions that it's taught to sing the song
[Chorus]
The headless children
The screams that fill the night
Fill the night, fill the night, fill the night
The headless children
The madness steals the light
Steals the light, steals the light, steals the light
[Verse 2]
Time bombs in the hands of all the wicked war babies
Light the fuse of temptation and we all burn
Four horsemen sit high up in the saddle and waiting
And ride the bloody trail of no return
Sleeping in the arms of a nightmare
And wake to find we've been away too long
This Frankenstein of flesh stitched together back from death
And preying on the souls of everyone
Father come save us from this madness we're under
God of creation are we blind?
'Cause some here are slaves that worship guns that spit thunder
The children that you've made have lost their minds
This monster that we call the earth is bleeding
'Cause the children have been left along too long
This thing that we've made is fat and feeds on the hate
Of the millions that it's taught to sing the song
[Chorus]
The headless children
The screams that fill the night
Fill the night, fill the night, fill the night
The headless children
The madness steals the light
Steals the light, steals the light, steals the light
[Verse 2]
Time bombs in the hands of all the wicked war babies
Light the fuse of temptation and we all burn
Four horsemen sit high up in the saddle and waiting
And ride the bloody trail of no return
Sleeping in the arms of a nightmare
And wake to find we've been away too long
This Frankenstein of flesh stitched together back from death
And preying on the souls of everyone
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