World's End
Leatherstrip
Underneath The Laughter (1993)

i raise my hands to reach
¬ souls they tired to teach
they learned them how to kill
but not write their will
we'll never learn to stop
until this world blows up
all we had left is gone
how can we carry on

I can hear the dying whisper
WE'll be strangled by this cancer
We will never see tomorrow
If we don't destroy this sorrow

We'll never change our ways
Until we fill this space
They taught us how to lie
And now we'll learn how to die