Acting of necessity I'm searching for another way I heard about a place built of gold Trusting in a better life and packing my four or five Belongings how I was always told Reaching this promised place with all its superficial grace To recognize this big pack of lies Devious plots are hatched and found while playing a dreadful sound I've been lured into a trap
Treat me like dead meat Tokenistic equity I'm living but I'm dead Treat me like dead meat Enslaved society I'm a living dead
Fed by some ginger bread Ate like the old bitch told me to Forced to get my belly fat The oven's hot I'm going to be baked By a rotten whore Feel like a porker more and more Caught behind a candy door I'm Going To Be Baked
Purposeful they spread it out: disinformation to the crowd Bread and circuses fill belly and mind We learn to sheer for everything, consuming without mind
and will And pay for our own slavery
They try to pin the masses down, with every word they hold'em down Resistance has to hide underground No will for true equality, for aplomb and autonomy Like lambs brought to the slaughterhouse
Decadence and arrogance combined with total ignorance Decompose general values and norms Disaffection will expand and fury will spread throughout the lands They'll reap what they sow The day will come to overthrow the tyrants on their golden thrones And power will return to the crowd Cause history has shown us all, that dynasties will stand and fall A few can't dominate for longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
