Industrialised abortions
The organs lined up on the shelves
Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace
With your
pitiful f*****g selves
So full of nothing behind the closed doors
Of your very own misery
You're getting your share of weird
f*****g pleasure
Watching humiliation TV
You're all f*****g nothing but bricks on a board
Pawns in a game moved and owned by
faceless high lords
Useful a cog in the moneymachine
Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry
That's why you
Kill
Why you want to Kill
Why you should Kill
And so you Kill
Beauty pagants for the five year old
Pay-per-view Christ
for your souls
The lottery of mammon will provide for you
When you are back broken useless and old
But once you are dead and
they've shoved
You into the forgiving flames
They'll refer to you only by a social security number
And not your name
Life
is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give
Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live
So shut up
and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside
And continue to timely pay your f*****g taxes until you all f*****g
dies
That's why you Kill
Why you want to Kill
Why you should Kill
And so you Kill
