Trust on this hill is a fucking joke

Built on constriction and loaded words

They have their own agenda, have their own plan

Power loves power at the end of the day

Good and bad don't always apply.
Some fuckers don't have two sides.
They feed on the unaware.
Feed on the victims

Feed on your will.
Feed on your weakness

You are a mouse among snakes, my love, filled of good intentions.
Too bad no ones give's a fuck about your ideals

The difference between right and left is a fine fucking line
Between morals and profit or which major corporation
Is filling the stomach of the face that best represents them.

Trust on this hill is a fucking joke

Built on constriction and loaded words

They have their own agenda, have their own plan

Power loves power at the end of the day

Good and bad don't always apply.
Some fuckers don't have two sides.
They feed on the unaware.
Feed on the victims

Feed on your will.
Feed on your weakness

You'd like to believe that everyone has just a little decency inside.
But I've never known a snake to ever feel sorry for it's prey.