It's a suicide lottery and they've won 

The real life has just begun 

Coughing up nest of cocoons it feeds the statists 

Oblivious to wounds seeping dry it feeds the statists 

All value is lost when we allow the spiders to feed 

Our values bled into this eco-cesspool 

This is where it all ends 

This is where it all ends 

All value is lost when silence is born 

Death behind the dollar 

We are in the womb of the statist and all is not well in the best of all worlds 

It's a suicide lottery 

Drop the guillotine 

Bury my head