Repined Bastard Nation - Live

Do we need another bastard nation...
 Another force-fed disgust
 Do we need another bastard nation...
 Aiming at us clinically
 Like an insect-swarm
 Towards the shapeless mouth
 Of a dead whore
 We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
 Arising from melted mass
 We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
 Taking invincible shape
 To standing ovation
 Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch
 The unbearable feeling of hitting that
 Dark wall is a scene that must come to an end
 Eartly decay in front of our eyes
 Now, now it's killing for a living
 No more repined bastard nation
 A generous gesture to a people so blind
 No more repined bastard nation
 Fumbling, descending, away from the light
 It takes a non-poisoned creature
 To withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
 A darkness, I can not tolerate
 A darkness we must bury
 Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
 The search to justify one truth
 Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
 The greater understanding
 It takes a non-poisoned creature
 To defeat and destroy a monster,
 That has grown and spawned
 A darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate