My body is feeling weak
My head is full of doubt
I don't know where my wealth is
Nor what it's all about
The things that made me glad
Are running down the drain
I can't afford to feel sad
As it takes up half my brain
Materials that don't matter
Fake men under their control
Vacant, yeah, the bitter matter
Of the last drops of your soul
A cancer to the earth
A burden to the gods
What point does it really serve
In what a million of the us?
If they fold then they kill
My air replaced with fumes
If they're better to stay than live
Well then don't build these things!
Conversation is a dead art
Speech is a useless tool
If you can't differate a path
Then you listen to the fools
Just because there are weapons
Doesn't mean it's an armory
Just 'cause there ain't no whips and chains
Doesn't mean it is slavery
Sacrifice the immaculate
Build the prison around
Try to articulate
But you're free from the sound
Your gods are all the people
But the devil's in a thousand men
They need to keep the power stable
So they'll teach you how to sin
Mother taught you wrong
Father wasn't there
I can't finish this song
Let's just end it here
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
