The Insult of Birth


Verse 1
The production of slaves through the T.V. screen
There's no hope today, and there's no chance of
ever undoing. The skys are always grey
The mindless sit and prey until the lights go out forever
Verse 2
Don't stop to let them tell you. Don't listen. It's all
poisoning your brain. The plan says you live for serving
or maybe get locked up in a cage. Evade them, no leads,
give them nothing. They're lying. It's all for their gain.
The joke they call life is all fuckin worthless.

They'll prop you up. It seems like for nothing.
They'll stab your back, then tell you your worthy.

What a sickness, to be suffering, how insulting
All the scamming, how insulting.

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