Thrown in the gutter By the ones above us The ones that seem to control The flow of life, the way we live And the way that we all survive They look down on us and keep us separated By human quality control Robbed of everything we own The road to resilience And accumulation of wealth Create the gap of conviction Fueled by a political hell We are not equal And we still draw the line To divide the lower kind For the good of the people
Sort through the populace While society stays intact Separate the rich from the ones that have to dig through the trash Find a reason To keep moving It relies on the spirit Create a hope that will last
Collectively, we fill the streets With the waste of our apathy While being certain there is someone with nothing to eat Then the streets become a sea Flooded by the bodies of the deceased When will they see The misery of the world that is suffering? Dig through the earth Find stability Achieve our dreams A spreading disease Sends us back to reality
Born in the gutter The way they harbor life is sickening We die and they move on The way they treat it is disgusting Belligerent and selfish liars They spit in the face Of every man, woman and child In the end the rich will always prosper
Fingers are worked to the bone To secure their place upon the throne Insatiable hunger for power Manifests itself in the heart of a coward
Sort through the populace While society stays intact Separate the rich from the ones that have to dig through the trash Find a reason To keep moving It relies on the spirit Create a hope that will last
Dig through the trash Form the trenches Wealthy tradition Buried in filth Buried in filth Buried in filth
Towers of opulence Bring forth the avalanche To crush the inadequate And kill the spirit Of our own convictionsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
