Back To Cruelty - Marquis De Sade

Heads of motionless men are bending

Over the receding ground

Useless hands are laid on knees

It will be so nice to shoo them down

Back to cruelty

Back to cruelty

Four these fat men cut off from real life

By connected filters set in line

Tone down the keenness of their sight

To dull just like a blunted knife

Back to cruelty when starvation is staged

Back to cruelty to make up for their tedious lives

Back to bruelty, back to cruelty

Outsides a run of coded pictures

They try to sort out once again

But truth slips out between their fingers

With the handling of these cards in vain

Back to cruelty

A word will never weep

Back to cuelty

A book will never bleed

Remember thoughts are a waste of time

That keep you from action and fight

Remember to think is to stare at oneself

Another way of staying deaf and blind

Back to cruelty

Get rid of cold white visions

Back to cruelty

They’re through with emotions

Strike to make the fat men utter

Cries of hatred, cries of anger

Beat their flesh to shake them out

Of obscene sleep now let them shout

Back to cruelty

Back to cruelty

Don’t stay behind your window

Don’t kill your crawling shadow

That holds you to the floor

Back to cruelty

Back to cruelty

And beat them

I’ma thankin' a you