(www.Anarcho-Punk.net) 13 Beginning Of The End

Pummel you to an impermanent scorn
With the finger on the trigger to another son
With the money in the pocket, you're paid in bread
City has crumbled, people have been bled

Looks like the beginning of the end

The machine has grown and crushed the walls
The laws are getting higher
You could be the first cast upon the pyre
The machine's arms are living
This devotion is the answer there
The money won't be the end of the air

Looks like the beginning of the end

No!

The time is nearing on, a price you must accept
The gods have come and gone back, they're in a fuller rest
Society's no uterus, takes away the error
Love, war, gender, junk, what was that living for?

Looks like the beginning of the end

Maybe there are some who are still of the day
And the rules go on to my mum and her son's today
The human race, the holocaust, you cast a vote
The self-loathing future, the national death

Looks like the beginning of the end
Looks like the beginning of the end