Heads of motionless men are bending
Over the receding ground…
Useless hands are laid on knees
It'd be so nice to shoo them down…
Back to cruelty
Back to cruelty
For 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!
Beat them, heed them…
Beat them, heed them!
Back to cruelty
Back to cruelty… now…
Outside 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 cruelty
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!
Beat them, heed them!
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… now!
