The time has come for everyone to wake from walking sleep
Centuries have come centuries have gone repeating history
We live for pleasure without no measure
Of billions of hands from which we feed
There's a hole, a hole in the sun, hole in the sun
And everybody's got a gun
In the slaughterhouse of love
The time has come for everyone to watch the waters rise
Riding low on that thin blue line to be washed up with the tide
So much consumed and thrown away poison our earth to doom
There's a hole, a hole in the sun, hole in the sun
And everybody's got a gun
In the slaughterhouse of love
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In the slaughterhouse of love who is to blame
For those dying in vain or lying in heaven's name
Break free, break free
The curse of the moon on the bird of desire
Her lust for power and thirst for fire
The curse of the moon on the bird of desire
Her lust for power and thirst for fire
There's a hole, a hole in the sun, hole in the sun
And everybody's got a gun
Everybody's got a gun
Everybody's got a gun
In the slaughterhouse of love
In the slaughterhouse of love
In the slaughterhouse of love