Lyric Context Universe
choking on their triggers and sweeping their unjust under the damp crimson rug
prejudice? discrimination? or just for amusement and exploitation?
a broken record that continues to breed
choking on their triggers and sweeping their unjust under the damp crimson rug
prejudice? discrimination? or just for amusement and exploitation?
a broken record that continues to breed
'cause i ain't no puppet for his capital gain
and what do you get but exploitation?
from creeps who are going to ignore your situation
'cause i ain't no puppet for his capital gain
and what do you get but exploitation?
from creeps who are going to ignore your situation
the downtrodden
an exploitation of power
what makes you feel
the downtrodden
an exploitation of power
what makes you feel
our way
exploitation
segregation
our way
exploitation
segregation
this is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. a story of cultivation
exploitation
civilization. found flowering on wasteland unnoticed
this is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. a story of cultivation
exploitation
civilization. found flowering on wasteland unnoticed
i stare down your blood coated throat glancing back into what was daylight. it shines on your dismembered body as vengeance drips from my hand. paint your walls with dead flesh. watch it rot. let it stain. a whore to your project
they suffer in shackles of human exploitation. chain of blood see it sleep. rusty knife to apparatus. sweat glazed palms. eyes glisten with fear. bleed these scars you bear
and let me piss on your open wounds. slip struggle to your feet. choke on the wretched stench of a whorehouse and let the innocent cry. no more excuses now its your time to die.
i stare down your blood coated throat glancing back into what was daylight. it shines on your dismembered body as vengeance drips from my hand. paint your walls with dead flesh. watch it rot. let it stain. a whore to your project
they suffer in shackles of human exploitation. chain of blood see it sleep. rusty knife to apparatus. sweat glazed palms. eyes glisten with fear. bleed these scars you bear
and let me piss on your open wounds. slip struggle to your feet. choke on the wretched stench of a whorehouse and let the innocent cry. no more excuses now its your time to die.