Since the rise of the cities When man came in from the plains Throughout the long arc of history One thing has remained the same Some people must grind While others sit on their hoard And the have-nots keep dying In the trenches of the rich people's wars The oppression of masses Is built upon an alliance Between the wealthier classes And the government's organized violence A dark lord that seeks to silence The voices of those that will not submit The voices of those who will not sit The voices from the bottom of the pit It's organized violence It's tortured confessions It's brutal intolerance War and oppression This is the legacy of mankind Mass graves left behind An insatiable need To sacrifice their blood for greed
A flat burning wasteland For twenty square miles Smoldering tires Burning my eyes I see piles of corpses And children wailing in pain Bones splintering from wounds A frightened boy screams Then out of the darkness A big form emerges A black lord of hatred asdfasdf the world
Hatred feeds the rich
Sometimes they use bullets Sometimes a simple incision Sometimes they use torture Sometimes they lock you up in a prison Blood drips from your face And prods shock your balls You're locked in a place That echoes with the dying calls Under the rag the water falls You're caught in the serpent's jaws Ripped apart by bloody claws No one can resist when the black lord calls
It's organized violence and tortured confessions It's brutal intolerance War and oppression
Every dollar of the rich has been taken from the people Never given a chance to live Just sacrificed to evil
Locked in a cell Rotting in hell Tortured and bound Left alive underground Spies and police Lies and deceased Religious excuses Bodies hanging from nooses Women abused Children are used And the dark lord's gaze Leads you to your graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.