Age of Quarrel - Cro-mags

In this iron age of hypocrisy

The war against the weak goes on continuously

Can’t you smell the bodies burning

Taste of death in the air

Not for a cause but just for greed

Mad scientist experiment in torture and in pain

Murdering the helpless who’s this meant to gain

Polluting creation the air the land and sea

Making this world a hell of toxic misery

For the benefit of man they interfere with nature’s plan

Can you tell me what is going on

I look out my window and what do I see

Junkies, gangs and rape and poverty

Don’t you see the signs things are out of hand

Don’t you think it’s time we gotta stop

This modern age so full of grief

I’ve turned away from it’s belief

I watch society digress

And it just looks like one big mess

I can’t believe the things I hear and see

In this world there’s no remorse

Now’s the time we must change our course

Those of us who’ve seen the way

Must stand and fight for a brighter day