they take the money, you take the lies. they take the money, you take the lies. developing new ways to sell us the same old shit.
Bản dịch: F-Minus. Suburban Blight.
an eye for an eye. a life for a life. witness human sacrifice. die for their justice. die for their sins. die for the papers. die so they can live. process
i have a prediction, history holds as the truth and the past seems to see things better than you do. as for an idea that i only borrowed. you're a straight
i pledge allegiance to the demise of this empire of delusion. and take with it your mind, murder and shackles of retribution. atrophy of the soul. convicts
obsessed with the images of how your lives should be. you take the bait. wasting your time running from time. dreading the mirror's gaze. there's an
blindness is stupidity. can't you see the fate. you caused yourself is blasphemy. repulsed nu being alone. can't stand yourself. cover your eyes there
look for a meaning to this fucking game, where there aren't any winners. how long will you play? get back in line. sifting through fables of our civilization
another day trampled under your feet. weeds of discord. we're your disease. a brick through your window so you know we care. just step outside, we're
life line draggin' me. can't be what i gotta be. forced identity/dismal possibilities. spin me round. shut my eyes. dress me in a dull disguise
the place where you are, a place to begin. before you can say they're draggin' you in. light at the end. so you come from a place deep underground where
if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. that's what they're telling me. but i ain't ever goin' back there. back down on my fucking knees. time is running out
i am the wound. i am the flame. i am the slap, and yet the face. i am the hammer. the mirror that shatters. i am the blast. the child in tatters. i am
bored and violent. what shit can we wreck today? you're standing in the way. don't tell me it's going to be okay. can't you see i don't care anyway.
persecution in the maintenance of power. destroy what you can not devour. burn the witches. fear, the essence of lies. pride, scares your brainwashed
chaos, brutality, and pain. families slaughtered and children maimed. death for the sake of fame, or propaganda staged in vain. close your eyes but it
who could see how, you'd do this. blade through the flesh, to beat us. start with the wrist, and finish. who could see how? you don't give a fuck about
corporate market rule! monetary steeple. crucified for power. profit over people. capitalist vultures circle a dying nation. drawn by scent of desperation
