Listen as this blood stained rope is Slowly fastened to a noose Around your trembling cervix Staring at the black of an execution hood The fetid taste of fear as you gulp and swallow pride I am but a part of a well oiled machine That splutters death, suffocating nations With my unique brand of financial adornment
All around the globe Financial leaders and their puppets Shall succumb to mass arrests The crowd remain anonymous Faceless behind comical masks Their chants can be heard From within the confines of this executioner's hood Can you hear them scream? They scream out that no amount of squandered wealth Can buy you out of this Your corpse will be strung up with the rest of your elite
You fucking faceless slave to greed It's time for you to rot Your status as a leader is dethroned And now nothing can save you as you surface from a system Manufactured of delusional grandeur Our numbers will black out the skies of every world for we are eternal The pinnacle of evolution and existence Before us you are nothing Your extinction is inevitable
Silence suffocates the crowd leaving nothing But the sound of death footsteps approaching Liar, we'll perform the extractions Ahhh! Pain! Pineal gland is cracked and severed Extractions necessary for extermination The noose slithers around your neck and you choke Choke
Your corpse will be marked and carved With our own tasteful brand of disfiguration An all seeing eye branded to your forehead Dollar signs are cut into eyelids Briefcase packed full of bloodied money Flung by where you hang Oh how this fate suits you Well this suits you perfectly in honour of our new freedom Your skin carved with geometric artwork Complex interdimensional patterns So ironically scratched into your torso Such a ritualistic touch Ensuring you'll do nothing but rot Nothingness corrupted soul Let us introduce youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
