A cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world
not one left in peace, a policy of mandatory greed
eats its way across this nation built on lies
we are all just post-modern slaves
who don’t give a fuck as long as money is made
buy-sell-believe these three words are just what you need
at birth we are hooked for life into soul-less, selfish, power fight
the last hope fades, and chaos starts to multiply
a paradox of fucking hate and lies, is nothing real at all?
sell the dream, competition is a way of life
are you for sale or me?
pain for price, commodified-we are the last device
its all the fucking same, world devolved
emotions are the dying gasp-dissolved
Lyric We Are Your Enemy – Dying Fetus