Pictures Of Hell

As could be fire in my back when it's time for the kill
The children are crying and brave men are lost in the hills

Oh, it's that shadow witching again
Watch the fight from the high mark ground escaping from the pain

With death cruising slow and low in the backstreets at sundown
Compute and cowboys out there riding the storm

Oh, it's a death defying stunt
The gods of war keep nudging us a little closer to the front

I got all this stuff in my head and you know that it's burning well
And I measure it all as I'm watching these pictures of hell
Oh, oh, yeah

It's twenty to twelve and the mountains are starting to tremble
It's twenty to twelve and a thousand are starting to die

Oh, the impatience of the immortals
Don't they know how good we can be
At genocide and suicide and matricide and homicide and genocide

The children will paint with the black and the red on their walls
Oh these children stand in silence
When the amps stop shaking they may think we are dead
The music will reach up and slap

Life around here in the future it's so hard to tell
As I stumble around watching these pictures of hell

I got all this stuff in my head and you know that it's burning well
And I measure it all as I'm watching these pictures of hell

And life around here in the future it's so hard to tell
As I stumble around and watching these pictures of hell
Hell, hell, hell