Repined Bastard Nation [Live At The Opera]

Do we need another [bad word] nation...
another force-fed disgust
aiming at us clinically
Do we need another [bad word] nation...
Like an insect-swarm
of a dead [bad word] towards the shapelness mouth
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
taking invincible shape
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
arising from melted mass
to standing ovation
The unbearable feeling of hitting that
Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch

dark wall is a scene that [bad word] to an end

Earthly decay in front of your our eyes
Now, not it's killing for a living

No more repined [bad word] nation
generous gesture to people so blind
No more repined [bad word] nation
It takes a non-poisoned creature
fumbling, descending, away from the light
to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
a darkness, I can not tolerate
darkness we must bury
the search to justify one [bad word] Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
the greater understanding