Skinned Alive — текст песни (Crucifix)

you can walk down any city`s streets
on any given day of the year
and pretend that what we have is peace
but we live our
lives in constant fear
of a hellish inferno, a mass crematorium, ashes to ashes, blown away by the wind
there`s no escape
to or from
any knid of nuclear exchange
make haste or we`re surely doomed
to see our planet`s end
in a hellish inferno,
a mass crematorium, ashes to ashes , blown away by the winds

<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Auntie War (inmyangrychair@collegeclub.com)</b> for these lyrics</font>