"Unhuman Race" lyrics - M.O.D.

M.O.D.
"Unhuman Race"

You criticize a way of life
And don't agree to
Their struggle or their plight
Then you're branded, left dead, stranded
Freedom of thought
I don't ask, I demand it
You point the finger, but your guilt lingers
You agree just to blend
So you don't figure
Talk is cheap, flesh is weak
Actions make the man
So judge him by his deeds

The unhuman race... The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
What a disgrace
The unhuman race... The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
What a disgrace

You criticize a way of life
And don't agree to
Their struggle or their plight
Then you're branded, left dead, stranded
Freedom of thought
I don't ask, I demand it.
You point the finger
But your guilt lingers.
You agree just to blend
So you don't figure
Talk is cheap, flesh is weak.
Actions make the man
So judge him by his deeds.

The unhuman race... The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
What a disgrace.
The unhuman race... The unhuman race...
The unhuman race...
What a disgrace.

Live a life of shame
Of profanity and pain.
Salvation's down the drain
You're the unhuman race