bread circulates through the paws of depraved

as the almighty dollar disables its slaves

when the products you bought just wont bio-degrate

an army of plastic will down our gate

when fuel cost an arm and supplies cost a leg

soon quadriplegics will lay by the peg

paying for air yes a dollar a breath

but keep your receipt, a tax deductible death



you're caught! deaf, blind and dumb

consumption's like coke, yer addicted and numb

you know that i'd rather grin with teeth of gold

but we're just products on the food chain

if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!!



run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin)

god of you sick zombies so lay me (with the motherfuckin)

strength of 1,000 sweatshops and counting (run yer motherfuckin)

pockets give me all you got start counting...



6 billion sick children

all programmed, no feelings

poor wages, TRICKED FACES

all races ride slave ships