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Released 2003 as a long awaited 'new' album - available now from ITunes, Rhapsody, MusicNet & Napster.
Pompeii
The day the sky collapsed on you, to bury you in ash
A tomb of burning lava with a thousand years to pass
Your legacy of wonders, your culture so advanced
No time to stop and wonder, you didn't have a chance
Your gods that day deserted you, the fifth became the last
Your faith was just a vapour, within your lava cast
What once was so majestic is now an ancient tomb
Who's secrets still lie buried, so deep within your womb
The columns and the statues stand silent in the light
No voices fill the market place, no laughter in the night
The children so long sleeping, such tender ghosts to dream
And creeping through the silence, the echoes of your scream
Still Screaming
Time has passed, so little changed, the brave still live in hope
The ruthless rule, with nothing more, than daggers to your throat
Elections fixed, and money talks, the earth still chokes in pain
The artist paints his darkest thoughts while mindless terrors reign
The soldier boy still fights in vain, against the secret foe
The standards for our children, have never been so low
Created plagues, that creep the world, hunting out the weak
The icecaps melt, the oceans die, if only earth could speak
I'm Still Screaming
Open your eyes and see, the chaos, watching the cities burn
Dreaming your dream of hope is wasted, the lesson is there to learn
Search for madness, find your soul
Out in the open night the message is trying to tell us all
I'm Still Screaming
Paying the price of hope, and glory selling the medals cheap
Worship the flag that flies for fashion, watching the children sleep
Search for madness, find your soul
Out in the open night the message is trying to tell us all
I'm Still Screaming
The quest for self indulgence, the hedonistic chase
Narcosis for the masses, relentless in its race
Corruption in the highest, the acid rain still falls
The child abused by parents, behind the facade walls
Escaping is no answer, so many often try
You kill to fund the habit, that helps to make you fly
A world that seems so heartless, a species doomed to die
So now its time to give up, and let another try
Prologue
Life is just a constant illusion, carpeted dreams of man's confusion
Expertly stripped of reasons why, dissected clean and barely alive
Freedom is a dream of the dead, a martyrs cry deep within your head
Where air is not a worthy cause, to destroy the land with mindless wars
England, your children die in vain, for reasons of political gain
And fathers weep into the past, where once they wanted life to last
Anthrax Attack
Running forever in circles of hate, clinical bars keep us tight
Hoping for fools to unleash us in haste, to prove to the world of their might
Created to kill in obscene trails of pain, to blot out the source of the light
A subtle but deadly supply on the wind, it gives them no reason to fight
The island of death where we wait in the dark, injected with droplets of pain
Lies quietly watching the homeland of fools, soon to revenge its disdain
Sabra and Chatila
Discolored in envy that melts in the dust, preparing the graves for the meek
Groups into groups stacked high in the street, forever the problem will sleep
Sabra and Chatila
Victims of vengeance, reprisals so quick, bystanders calm in their wait
The costumes of Hades that empty the void, the mutters of protest too late
Sabra and Chatila
Slowly the days erode all the shock, memories so slow to recall
The people are butchered we all stand and watch, delusions of god for us all
Sabra and Chatilla
Time Bomb
We’re tired of all the foolish men, who weep away the days
Complaining of society, that life no longer pays
We’re tired of tribal prejudice, the vultures of the meek
The eastern and the western, a forever hide and seek
We’re tired of threatened holocaust, from sceptres of the rich
The lucrative religions, each guru stakes his pitch
We’re tired of life’s corruption, the politics of hate
Ineffective politicians, controlling Europe’s fate
We’re tired of mans naivety, pollution of the mind
Destruction of resources, the burning of mankind
We’re tired of careless parents, their task so soon neglected
The children of tomorrow, life’s morals soon rejected
All lyrics copyright 1980-2002 P.J.Haworth