Aztec Death Passengers I
Colors run like blood through painted eyes
Freedom waves and passengers arrive
And we stood there in surprise bound stupefied
And we stood there in surprise while fate arrived
Whittle down my kind
They are the devil from behind
Creeping dangerously close
They sabotage their very own
They hold salvation close
But grip the knife
Come and take this human life
Each man stands a victim of his father's hand
Another generation comes to close
And every choice that haunts us we oppose -now
But only by collective thought we chose
And only by collective hell arose
And I really hope that this machine will die
Rhetoric clouds perception sense waves goodbye
We stood there in surprise bound stupefied
We stood there in surprise while fate arrived
