word to the corperate bosses and the future elite

a simple message from us to you to bring before your master's feet

written in the blood of the meek of this earth

the ones you'll climb upon to gain the rights of your birth



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there's millstones in your future

bleached bones and gnashing teeth

tombstones coming soon

you sold us out...you sold us out

sold us out, saw the future, turned your head, death's distibuter



the gifts that you bring us, they thrill and numb the mind

our downfall awaits us at the end of your assembly line

your poisons and your brews, they rock us in our sleep

but one day you will find that the exploited aren't cheap



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your lust you've named holy, you've sactified you greed

behold now your disciples, on you they wait to feed

survival of the fittest, to some it may appeal

'til the God of the weak and broken closes every deal



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