THE AFGHAN WHIGS - REBIRTH OF THE COOL lyrics

The instinct of survival's laid to rest

The lives of those we loved'd burnt down the spiral

The world we knew's no longer a world for us

Emptiness of a living thing

Hate in oblivion, charity in stress

All exits open

No child's to be born

No life's to be revived

No feeling's to be felt

Enter chaos of this zero hour

Climb up these (cyclopean) towers

...and murder your dreams

Slaughter the loser

Unbreak the chains of compassion

... and face the bette world

A world of no human intervention

New and improved

... our dominions perished...

Pain's no longer a pain

Suffering's no longer a suffering

Both are just perfect joy

A little bit of torture

A little bit of hatred

... and the picture's complete

Tellus eliminated

Dreams all broken

The aftermath thunders our

Monument of egodrama

We're all alone

Obscurity's in progress