Standing above this swamp,
Which could gush forth a spring...
But the guns don't bark,
And the cannons don't scream.
And you don't see blood here,
Only silent hunger...
How tragic are the youth,
That live amongst the gallows?
We've suffered more than enough here,
In this clot of grief and shame
1 | Apparatus |
2 | The Sucking Of The Missile-Cock |
3 | Holocaust Rehearsals |
4 | A Wormwood Star |
5 | They Want A War |
6 | Whom The Gods Destroy... They First Make Ridiculous |
7 | Fall On Your Sword |