Dying Fetus

We Are Your Enemy
Die, rust, and rot away, this last war does not have a name A cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world not one left in peace, a policy of mandatory greed eats its way across this nation built on lies we are all just post-modern slaves who don't give a fuck as long as money is made buy-sell-believe these three words are just what you need at birth we are hooked for life into soul-less, selfish, power fight the last hope fades, and chaos starts to multiply a paradox of fucking hate and lies, is nothing real at all? sell the dream, competition is a way of life are you for sale or me? pain for price, commodified-we are the last device its all the fucking same, world devolved emotions are the dying gasp-dissolved its just a rotting faith blind we sleepwalk into history victims of the first-world's sodomy the fire burns inside, we've left the past for dead lets spread the wealth among us and kill the rich instead their broken crosses falling, no longer on our knees our revolution storming from sea to bloody sea