Slayer - Dittohead

This fucking country's lost it's grip Sub-conscious hold begins to slip The scales of justice begin to tip The legal system has no spine It's corroding from inside Slap your hand and you'll do no time Reality on vacation All across a blinded nation Mentally under sedation Anyone can be set free On a technicality Explain the law again to me Here in 1994 Things are different than before Violence is what we adore Invitation to the game Guns and blades and media fame Every day more of the same Murder, mayhem, anarchy Now are all done legally Mastermind your killing spree Unafraid of punishment With a passive government There's nothing for you to regret Nothing to regret Unimposing policy No enforcing ministry Gaping with judicial flaws Watch a fading nation crawl Clashing with the public's frame I'm the one that's place in fame Legislature sets the stage Social slaves caught in my rage Administrative anarchy there's nothing You can do to me The world around you is drifting to a Continental tomb you see Violence is my passion I will never be contained Living with aggression and it's Everlasting reign