Tears of sorrowdrip down the face of someone who has lost,
It's the loss of a loved one.
The rising pain of a father who has lost his child.
Pity the child, for its life is done.
Father's tears flow freely down his face,
and the blood of a child is on his hands.
Pain and fear is on the loose again,
As sorrow tightens around the heart like steel bands.
This is a past of no beginning,
A wave of no direction.
A killer is on the loose.
This is a Psycho Nation.
A time of sorrow, hatred, and rage,
Of pain, love, and strife.
Our future has no time left.
This is our way of life.
This is a Psycho Nation.
No lights around the bend.
Hope is gone for all.
Our time is at an end.
 
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