Born from some mother's womb - just like any other room
  Made a promise for a new life - made a victim out of your life
  When your time's on the door and it drips to the floor
  And you feel you can touch - all the noise is too much
  And the seeds that are sown are no longer your own
  
  Just a minor operation - to force a final ultimatum
  A thousand words are spoken loud - reach the dumb to fool the crowd
  When you walk down the street and the sound's not so sweet
  And you wish you could hide - maybe go for a ride
  To some picture arcade where the future's not made
  
  A nightmare situation - infiltrate imagination
  Smacks of past holy wars - by the wall with broken laws
  
  The leaders of men - born out of your frustration
  The leaders of men - just a strange infatuation
  The leaders of men - made a promise for a new life
  
  No saviour for our sakes - to crush the internees of hate
  Self-induced manipulation - to crush all thoughts of mass salvation