Population Control Songtext
von Krum Bums

In times of war
Gods reward their children by slaughtering everything!

Scorch all life across the earth, leave everything in chaos
Programmed in our minds that we′re nothing more than minions
Thousand, thousand, thousand years, still we crawl and beg
Running fast up to our deaths, I'll never understand
Why?

Smell the death of the poor, of the shit
Easy to fall in line
Sing the song of wars they bring
Turning wheels of time
God′s rule through deception, knowing nothing of honor
And cross their fingers snidely as they send you off to slaughter

(If men did know) the price they would pay
(If men did know) the price they would pay
Circle the sky
They call and cry
All the wiser to this pointless butchery


Dirt turn to mud
Dirt turn to mud
Blood keeps falling
Dirt turn to mud
Dirt turn to mud
Blood keeps falling down!

Hear the laughter of death
Population control
Cry the tears of the blind
Population control

In times of war
Gods reward their children by slaughtering everything
Forgiveness is a slow cold death
Burning me up inside

Dirt turn to mud
Dirt turn to mud
Blood keeps falling
Dirt turn to mud
Dirt turn to mud
Blood keeps falling down!

Hear the laughter of death
Population control
Cry the tears of the blind
Population control
Population control


Yeah!