killer's war
skunk anansie
i'm watching you insense me
with your effervescent hate
you can kill without obsession
with your morals from the state
but the demons in your partisan
creep up inside your wealth
and all your little devils
watch the saints come marching in
'cos they have no expectations
from the smell of your fake sins
your eyes go blind from whiteness
there's no mystery to unturn
your cracked inside your coloured shell
'cos you will never learn