My body is feeling weak
My head is full of doubt
I don't know where my world is
Or 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
Take men under their control
They can't hear the pitter-patter
Of the last drops of their soul
A cancer to the earth
A burden to the gods
What point does it really serve?
What really are the odds?
They take more than they give
No air to replace the fumes
No food to sustain to live
More dead to fill the tombs
Conversation is a dead art
Speech is a useless tool
If you can't live to play the part
Then you've listened 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 ain't slavery
Sacrifice the immaculate
Stone the priests in the road
Try too hard to calculate
What you reaped from the sowed
Your gods are all a fable
But the devil's in a thousand men
They need to keep power stable
So they 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