Bush to the left of them Blair to the right Into the valley of death   Drove the 5,000 In a great cloud of dust Into the jaws of Hell   "There's not to reason Or ask of them why There's is to do and to die"   After all that has gone There's no turning back For a Suicidal Cavalry Attack   Who wants to be the last one to die? In a war that already is lost Who wants to be the last one to die? In a war that doesn't exist   Two steps forward Then three steps back For a line that was drawn on a map…

Open the gate to the Leper Colony To a catalogue of quarantined ideas Where the one eyed madmen are imprisoned by the blind To the open sore beneath a concrete sky   Open the gate Open the gate Open the gate to the last Leper Colony   Open the gate to the place of all lost causes To the death of dreams, to the road that goes nowhere To the drone of traffic passing by outside And the rubbish sacks melting in the sun   Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the…

The fucking walls They're closing in They Draw the lines Around my mind Did you see that? Make it stop The fucking walls The fucking walls   The fucking walls They keep us in No one is free You're one of them I hear the voice Inside my head The fucking walls The fucking walls   We're fucking lost The dead walk They know your name And your address They turn you cold With Loneliness The fucking walls The fucking walls   Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

In the darkness of street light I can see in infra red I can feel a million insect wings Beating in my head "Don't believe the human eye In sunlight or in shade This shadow show of sight and sense Is a Devil's Masquerade"   When there's nothing but hell to pay Know that no one will speak to you Their friendship is a lie To them you're another fool As you watch you life go by Do anything you want You can't take the money with you It's a Devil's Masquerade   Hand over Hand as you climb under the sky Here no one can see you, or try to…

Join the "Cult of Amateur" here Selfish, Malignant, inducer of greed Infested with thousands, the fields are alive   Open your eyes Take a good look At the yellowing crust You're stuck on a hook The Spread of the rot There's plague on this land Bring out your dead   A thousand wired networks corrupting the grid Insatiable swarm of digital grubs Encrusting the ploughshare, destroying the crop   Open your eyes Take a good look At the yellowing crust You're stuck on a hook The Spread of the rot There's plague on this land Bring out your dead Bring out your dead   Death on Credit, Death On Credit  …

No response to the order Nothing can make you answer them No Acceptance of the paper No Signature or mark Stood motionless Arms crossed with bowed heads Not the aim of Death's Rifles Will ever make them work   The world is a step outside A grey sunless prison You could drop where you stand No one made it out of here alive To the mines or the marshland Where the wild cherry grows Not the aim of Death's Rifles Could ever make us work   It's all in your mind   All in your mind   Not the freezing of the skin Or the cut of the razor Not the…

They outlawed our kind We took to the hills The forest of never be found At night we sit beneath a starlit sky Is this the meaning of Free?   What Kind of plan takes the food from their hands Expects us to do as they say We'll fight to the death until the last man down Ideas cannot die?   Learn the maze, stay on the screen Only take what they give you for free   Borders are not for keeping you out They're for keeping the slaves inside Sign up today, all they want is a name How much will it cost you to play?   People will one…