Your self

Can we live through this?

Agents of the devil are you all
Prostituting mundane revolution
March on man/machine
Fear should only be of yourself

Fear should be of yourself

You rape all human pleasure
Harvest economic slavery
Bleeding whores of greed
As our montrosity turns on us

Still I struggle to remain conscious
Because you idea of right
Has always been wrong
Always been wrong

Always been wrong
Always will

Enriched by disease
We f*** this planet dry and my question to you is
Can we live through this?

Mother squelch your children
Far too out of hand are they
Stumbling and stuttering your purpose
On this day of reckoning

You will be the death of you all