Manufacturing Greed
Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes.
Wide awake and dead, we consummate the bond, stomach tied in knots.
Driving class relations, engines working hard, this mechanism breeds contradictions.
Bury expectations, nothing's going to last, the tide is turning back revocation.
They can't control us, there's nothing left.
Our thirst for vengeance, your dying breath.
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields.
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine.
Hope is for the hopeless, dreaming for a life as opiates replace human passion.
Advertise our weakness, colonize our space, feed the appetite as force fed gluttons.
It's life in dead time, it's self-decay.
Their so-called heaven now rots away.
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields.
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine.
With golden eyes our gods will lead us as labor slaves we work away.
Drunk and baited, packaged, processed this market orgy fucks for pay.
Cutting through the lies that bind us.fist-fucking the status quo.
We loot and burn their paradise burn.
Their planet's just a whorehouse, based on greed and avarice.
Demand your life and take it back, their world is dead and drunk on piss.
You're a slave if your collar's white, a slave if your collar's blue.
Chains locked around your neck, you'll work too hard, you'll work to death.
Tides of human flotsam floating, tired and alone.
The ones who want to fight are the ones that have no hope.
Bury all your trust just like you buried all your dreams.
The ends that justified their rule will justify our means.
Your Pain Is Nothing
Bled dry and gutted clean in this maledictive maze.
Assembly lines are full of dreams and promises of cathode rays.
Can I afford a life? The walls are caving in... again.
Gears turn and metal burns in my atavistic daze.
Their pacifistic paramours just sodomize and walk away.
Starving hearts and hollow heads in dialectic dread.
As economistic carnivores bleed the population red.
Standing alone again, eternal wait. the absence of empathy, so out of date.
The body will age, the mind will rot the essence of apathy, we're parasites.
The ending of time has yet to start we're standing in line, yet miles apart.
Our will to live, the fate that we share belies the fact that we never care.
Caves of raw steel, the modern graveyard what human failures promise for us day turns into night.
Spirits shred and will drains, reinjected fiscal fix.
Cash gods and money whores guarantee the perfect trip.
Hate thrives as stressed lives cultivate their capital.
Cities grow and people die as the rich stuff their guts full.
Sometimes I can never bleed enough to forget that I'm alive.
Blood On Their Hands
One time, the last rendition, too long I've sacrificed.
Dead stones in walls of freedom, built high with filth and vice.
So blind you walk into their chapels, morality enthroned.
What price this god of mass invention extracts to make you whole?
Your crimes defy your wisdom, no faith can set you free.
Unleashed through vile maxims, your doctrines bleed deceit.
Mental crucifixion, what flesh can serve your needs?
Unchained, I crawl to exit your shrine of rotting dreams.
Pulling Out The Nails
Falling fast through cracks in heaven, carnivores in search of meat.
The prophets of the moral order lead their herds of silent sheep.
Architects of social breeding propagate their promised faith.
Fascist seed is firmly planted, loving hands now turn to rape.
Armies of the middle class embed their youth with reason's tools.
What callous ill-begotten race could build a nation born of fools?
Pulling your nails outward pulling your nails.
Resurrect the age-old weapon, keep them drunk so no one thinks.
Sciences of mass deception, global propaganda schemes.
Liberate the dead among us, history's not preordained.
Anarchistic undertakers overthrow their overlords.
Black sheep soon all grow in number, congregations multiply.
Shepherds of the dead world order watch their flock collapse and die.
What does it take for a nation to believe,
To die on its feet instead of living on its knees?
What will it take for a conscious working class,
To put the greedy in their graves with their money up their ass?
The story of the year is the story of the day.
The people never change they just look the other way.
The world doesn't wait for the bodies of the weak.
The enemy is time, freedom's never free
The Color Of Blood
What instills fear into the hearts of men
The pale blank stare of the bastard sons of Sam
Waltons perched on high, big brother Bush's patriot act
As fear, the great inhibitor, can motivate the taking of lives back
Consume your empire your tomb
We sold our SUV's we bleeding red and black
We got up from our knees and took that shit from Wal-Mart back
And I could give a fuck about this shit robot parade
Red white and blue and sleep and so soundly they shall stay
I'll curse this until my throat will bleed, bleeding red and black
In the wake of awakening, red and fucking black
Consume your empire your tomb
Lying to yourself, a state of self delusion
As common ground with greed is a commonplace illusion
Who should peddle fear onto the hearts of men
As fear, the great backstabber, can give one means to stand
Meet Reality
Outside your gated homes, the world begins where your street ends
Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back
Praise God for what you have in life
For your wealth is as hollow as the heart you hold inside
A nightmare in three dimensions, this opulence embraced by man
Reapers of the peasant's harvest, gorging on the fat of the land
Caged in worldly mansions, picking vassals out from the poor
Worship at the altar of avarice, where Bourgeois man is born
As dead men walking spoiled earth, who spend their shining coffers dry,
With thirst never quenched nor quelled, you ever think to question why?
Outside your window of comfort, its like night of the living dead
For each dime you bleed from another, the stench of your poverty spreads
Defining the world in equations, commodity prices and fees
You see other humans as cattle, to service the gluttonous beast
A werewolf's banquet, of ostentatious parody
Masquerading fortunes, amassed through servility
As you eat them alive... now meet your slaves
Gomorrah caving in, on your precious homes, four walls falling fast
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