The Killing Fields
Six Minute Century
Down a dark and winding road
Near a place I often go
Behind a rusty chainlink fence
Overgrown the lot is bare
Now only a place of mystery
Young lives brought to an end
Soon you'll understand the pain
Of those who still remain
And for all those tears they've cried
We'll avenge their lives
In this place not far from home
The killing fields, they grow
A monster on the prowl
He's killed since then there's no doubt
How many still go unnamed
Is there anyone who cares?
Is there anyone to shed a tear?
And for all those tears they've cried
We'll avenge their lives
In this place not far from home
The killing fields, they grow
Repulsed by your actions, the wicked shall fall
The killing fields will cease to grow
Provoking anger I lash out at what you believe in
Admit that he is real and that he's still out there
Maybe you have seen his face
Brushing shoulders in passing
Did you catch his stare exchanging glances?
Did his laughter, did it make you cringe?
In this place not far from home
The killing fields, they grow
In this place not far from home
The killing fields, they grow
Repulsed by your actions, the wicked shall fall
The killing fields will cease to grow
They'll grow no more