The faceless few quietly nod their heads.
Behind closed doors, they wring their sinister hands.
Money is God.
Ego is King.
They plot to divide and conquer,
They command their puppets to execute the plan.
They pull the strings to drop the guillotine.
Their guilt washed away by their financial gain.
We are devoured as we feed this machine.
When we bleed, it's because they tapped the vein.
When there's nothing left, they'll move on, we all bleed the same.
They’ll reap what’s been sewn and leave the crops in the field to burn.
They paint themselves as saviors, while lies slip through their smiling teeth.
They twist their words to conceal the truth, so we’ll find nothing when we search for answers.
They kneel at the altar of the bottom line, they pray for profit as our families die.
They kneel at the altar of the bottom line, they pray for profit as our families fucking die.
They pray for profit as our families fucking die.
...we are the sacrifice.
We only serve to support their cause.
Cut down without remorse, our humanity is stripped away.
We become less than human in their eyes.
We’re reduced to nothing more than a number…
We become less than human.
We’re reduced to nothing more than a number…
Just a fucking dollar sign.
Pass the collection plate.
Pass the collection plate.
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