Often misjudged are the criminals among us Guilty and their sentence is not yet served How broken and dead the reigning race would be if we If we all got what we deserved All sentient beings are only those that we dictate How can you judge what you lick off your plate Giver now has been brutally raped Who knows if the future has so good a taste
Although we know what the future has for us in store Consumption society just breaks right through the door
In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive Now, look at your hands Your command tells who will survive
Fresh mermaid carcasses wash up on shore They're a prize to be won and a cheap thrill no more Paranoid grins on fake colorless smiles Fear of the hollow between wrong and right
Sobriety is no longer an option When digging upwards from the trench you fall in
At the top of your game, who cares The ones below are too far down But we're the ones who kill our neighbours to stay safe and sound
In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive Now, look at your hands Your command tells who will survive Trophy Kill
We are such great masochists Fuck you, fucking hypocrite We are such great masochists Fuck you
Too bad you do what you do to score True, what you knew what you know, before
In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive Now, look at your hands Your command tells who will survive
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