Industrialised abortions

The organs lined up on the shelves

Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace

With your pitful fucking selves



So full of nothing behind the closed doors

Of your very own misery

You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure

Watching humiliation TV



You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board

Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords

Useful a cog in the moneymachine

Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry



That's why you Kill

Why you want to Kill

Why you should Kill

And so you Kill



Beauty pagants for the five year old

Pay-per-view Christ for your souls

The lottery of mammon will provide for you

When you are back broken useless and old



But once you are dead and they'll showed

You into the forgiving flames

They'll refer to you only by a social security number

And not your name



Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give

Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live

So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside

And continue to timely pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies



That's why you Kill

Why you want to Kill

Why you should Kill

And so you Kill