The private fantasies,
of share and profit,
when did the market turn this decadent,
desired expertise,
claiming the orbit,
since when are takeovers this deviant


What can you afford

I don’t wanna get my mind of things,
I don’t wanna talke the load off,
I wanna give this wrath a face,
on how the power sets the pace,
I will never get my mind off things,
I will never take the load off,
ahh yeah,
the whitewash,
a warpath,
compassion’s,
a bloodbath,
the new wave,
comes on a billboard,
latitude,
is what you can afford

What can you afford

I don’t wanna get my mind off things,
I don’t wanna take the load off,
I wanna give this wrath a face,
on how the power sets the packs,
I will never get my mind off things,
I will never take a load off,
we should be handling the trigger,
with exemplary stealth and speed,
or find we’re caught inside the engines,
of their so collective need,
we should debate whatever we negate,
it keeps us locked in our submissive state,
wearing the uniform we’re fucking clones,
while the enforcer keeps the gate,
the assembly,
just cause in their accession,
the mission statement,
their compassion,
we’re just a party for the rich,
we’re just a party for the rich

What can you afford

I don’t wanna get my mind off things,
I don’t wanna take the load off,
I wanna give this wrath a face,
on how the power sets the pace,
I will never get my mind off things,
I will never take the load off