A musical interlude to go along with the evening’s debate:
“Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins”

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  1. Another musical interlude:

    Murder at your every foot step
    A childÂ’s toy sudden death
    Sniper blazes you through your knees
    Falling down can you feel the heat

    Ambushed by the spray of lead
    Count the bullet holes in your head
    Offspring sent out to cry
    Living mandatory suicide

    Holes burn deep in your chest
    Raked by machine gun fire
    Screaming soul sent out to die
    Living mandatory suicide

    Lying, dying, screaming in pain
    Begging, pleading, bullets drip like rain
    Minds explode, pain sheers to your brain
    Radical amputation, this is insane

    Fly swatter stakes, drive through your chest
    Spikes impale you as youÂ’re forced off the crest
    Soldier of misfortune
    Hunting with bated breath

    A vile smell, like tasting death
    Dead bodies, dying and wounded
    Litter the city streets
    Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit
    Dying terror
    BloodÂ’s cheap, itÂ’s everywhere
    Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line

    Slayer-Mandatory Suicide

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