Empire sews the seed of hate we remove ourselves passing flames
Inspires ugly traits sanitize creepy ills to keep the fear in line is it wrong
To let the liar lie creepy ills to keep the fears in line more acquired is disease
The souls state I am a god I am a faceless warrior lost leaders wins the
Glorious growing stocks of used up people life is twisting all the words to
Shun life worth less than corporate rape empire takes control of fate I am
Dying I am dying is wrong to call a spade a spade popping pills will ease the
Daily pain bombing peace back up into the stoned state I am not living here I
Have got much left to fear in the place of safety I am fortunate to be alive
With all these distant rich things around me I am left to realize its not the
Blood in me it's not the hate it's just the simple things that I relish I am a
God I am a face less warrior we remove ourselves from the war looking
From a distance sanitized wash your hands an feel it the dirt is
down the drain. enough