The powers that be, claim theres no reason to fear Keep on making babies, fuck the ones here. Too many people for such a small place. Over-population by the human race Used the resources on the planet's face, But wait till we get into outer space.
The masses just mull around and exist day to day Subverted conceptions keep the cattle at bay Researchers have long stated their case, We're becoming a blemish on this planet's face. Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase, We're a dying species in this pretty place.
The masses just mull around and exist day to day Subverted conceptions keep the cattle at bay Researchers have long stated their case We're becoming a blemish on this planet's face Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase, We're a dying species in this pretty place.
Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation, Hiding ideas thatĺd be our salvation. Too many people in such a small place. Over-population by this human race They beat you down, say "learn your place," As part of a statistic called the human race.
Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation, Hiding ideas that'd be our salvation. Too many people in such a small place. Over-population by this human race They beat you down, say "learn your place," As part of a statistic call the human race Beat you down learn your place, Part of a statistic called human waste.
Have you ever considered the possibility The reason the powers that continue to be? Try and facilitate over-population, Back-stock human slaves as extinction marches on. Have you ever considered the possibility, The reason the powers that continue to be? Try and force over-population. You are what we like to call Beef-moo (4x) You're the beef-moo.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
