The Killing Condition - All Is Washed Away

Steam rolling my way through existence

Crushing through the panes of resistance


I'm holding on

I'm letting go

Where I wind up

Nobody knows


I wash away the blood and guilt

Everywhere I look I see human filth

If I could kill you all I would

I really think that someone should

Under a microscope you pass your judgment

We don't need anything from your injustice

I told you everything

And that was nothing

It's time for all of us to just do something



But the greed wants more

What kind of fool

Do you take me for

How much more can you take

Till there is no more left

There's a fine line

Between murder and theft


You think they'll leave us alone

Soon their greed will set them free