Za's Stair - Psycho Slaves of Savage Hue

Little by little and over again
You prideful, antiseptic men
They get in the middle cuz they can't wait
It's one for all, and all for hate

Salt in the wound and hands over eyes
Don't see, don't hear; just speak the lies
We're fit as a fiddle, this ship of state
Meet Pestilence, our new first mate

It starts when you panic and ends when you die
And in between, it don't ask why
Yet we're still the best at whatever we do
We're psycho slaves of savage hue

Stuck on the griddle and sizzlin' fast
We'll sell your soul to save our ass
It's Pascal's gambit all over again
You prideful, antiseptic men

Mired in the forest so cut down the trees
A desertscape will suit our needs
The wind only blows unbearably hot
So much for cooling melting pots

Little by little and over again
You prideful, antiseptic men
They get in the middle cuz they can't wait
It's one for all, and all for hate

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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