Conflict - Borghesia

Adrenalin billows

Along the veins

Rabies and madness are raging through the crowds

To linch!

To linch!

The leaders are speaking grinding the knives

Chaos and freency

A tooth for a thooth

An eye for and eye

To linch!

To linch!

The flagellants with slogans in thier hands

Thirsty for blood

Ram from town to town

And the furious dogs howl

To linch!

To linch!

There is froth at thier mouths

And heavy membranes hae grown over thier eyes

To linch!

To linch!