Can we live through this?



Agents of the devil are you all

Prostituting mundane revolution

March on manmachine

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 fuck 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