Crass

System, system, system. Death in life. System, system, system. The surgeons knife. System, system, system. Hacking at the cord. System, system, system. A child is born. Poor little fucker, poor little kid, Never asked for life, no she never did. Poor

Tiring moments, fucked up minds, Empty faces, eyes that are blind. Flick through the papers, car crash death, Vacant pages offer no breath. Of hope, future, possibility, To those fucked up mindless people who haven't got the eyes to see, That the pag