Dittohead - Slayer

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