There are many kinds to kill

You can stick one a knife into his chest

Or take away his bread

Take away his room to live

Send a man to war

Put him into a dark cell

Give persecutes no protection

Sell weapons in the world

Heads to grind Out of bound

Printed Minds Holy Ground

Only the fewest things are against the law

Of our State

Musty smell of sections

Moral of paragraphs

Heads to grind Out of bound

Printed Minds Holy Ground