Age of Quarrel

In this iron age of hypocrisy The war against the weak goes on continuously Can't you smell the bodies burning Taste of death in the air Not for a cause but just for greed Mad scientist experiment in torture and in pain Murdering the helpless who's this meant to gain Polluting creation the air the land and sea Making this world a hell of toxic misery For the benefit of man They interfere with nature's plan Can you tell me what is going on I look out my window and what do I see Junkies, gangs and rape and poverty Don't you see the signs things are out of hand Don't you think it's time we gotta stop This modern age so full of grief I've turned away from it's belief I watch society digress And it just looks like one big mess I can't believe the things I hear and see In this world there's no remorse Now's the time we must change our course Those of us who've seen the way Must stand and fight for a brighter day --- Age of Quarrel - Cro-Mags