Often misjudged are the criminals among us
Guilty and their sentence is not yet served
How broken and dead the reigning race would be
If we all got what we deserved
All sentient beings are only
Those that we dictate
How can you judge what you lick off your plate?
Giver now has been [bad word] raped
Who knows if the future has so good a taste?

Although we know what the future has
For us, in store
consumption society just breaks right through the door

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive
Now, look at your hands [bad word] tells who will survive

Fresh mermaid carcasses wash up on shore
They're a prize to be won and a cheap thrill, no more
Paranoid grins on fake colorless smiles
Fear of the hollow between wrong and right

Sobriety is no longuer an option
When digging up words from the trench you fall in

At the top of your game, who cares?
The ones below are too far down
But we're the ones who kill our neighbours to stay safe and sound

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive
Now, look at your hands [bad word] tells who will survive
Trohpy kill

We are such great masochists [bad word] you, [bad word] hypocrite
We are such great masochists [bad word] you
Too bad you do what you do to score [bad word]  that you knew what you know, before

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive
Now, look at your hands [bad word] tells who will survive