Lyrics

Those Without Conscience

F*ck It, It’s Only Thrash (1987), track 1

Twisted mind terrified and tortured by its own thoughts
Acting prematurely accidents can’t be stopped
Human flesh and blood raging out of control
Time to put an end to his soul

Psychopathic killer, can’t help the thing he does
He has not control over his twisted mindless thoughts
His helpless victims will never understand
What kind of evil force possesses this man

Waves of confusion are racing through your mind
All your thoughts are spinning as you leave the world behind
Ascending into heaven or descending into hell
Try to find a home where you’ll forever dwell

I said you’re gonna dwell…

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Transcribed as written: straight off the band’s original insert sheet, misspellings and all.