They've cut bridges with you
Sitting on their chair
With greasy fingers
They eat, they fat
Pigs roll in the dirt extending hands
Pretending to be clean
Handshakes and smiles that hide
The greed of what they're made of
Signing death sentences
Worshipping gold
Selling out
On your way
Straight to hell
Your soul is burning
We give you food to make you die
Slowly become clogged veins
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