Leaving all the world to play they disappear
And the leaves have gathered dust [bad word] like deer
Tearing pieces from our lives to feed the dawn
Mist surrounds the seagulls christened by the storm

Music, all I hear is music - guaranteed to please
And I look for something else
Rain drops pouring down the rooftops
Flowing in the drains
As the [bad word] their lives 
As their lives [bad word] by time

Fighting enemies with weapons made to kill
Death is easy as a substitute for pride
Victims join together, happy in their bed
Leaving cold outside the children of the dead

Music, all I hear is music - guaranteed to please
And I look for something else
Rain drops pouring down the rooftops
Flowing in the drains
As the [bad word] their lives 
As their lives [bad word] by time...