Violent Science - Risk

1. Over fields of molten rocks

The sun is going blind

Mental silence, poison dust

The air is small an’dry

This is the wasteland

The kingdom of rats

This the deadland

Where sorrow for sorrow will cry

2. Ratscoat and crowskin

Shapes without form

Paralyzed faces

Their features are torn

Helpin’each other

They going astray

And then an odd inner voice

Start its say

Chorus: Why, why

Violent science

3. Guilty — you create the bomb

You godforsaken fool

Crave for agony of death

Survival is your doom

Chorus: Why, why

Violent Science