Truly, there is weakness in numbers
and spinelessness in herds
This sad, pathetic puppet show
keeps growing more absurd
Vacant cadavers writhe and fuck,
a fraud even they would admit
It's a blatant rape of submissive minds,
yet no one seems to give a shit
Raping
submissive minds
Infecting
Who is it that defines what you are?
Whose pus-filled cock are you sucking today?
What kind of comfort can you possibly find
in being controlled in every fucking way?
Deceiver,
you slither on
Dissembler,
a soulless pawn
BOW DOWN
Obey the fucking skin machine
HEED, SERVE
Kneel down and suck
BLEAT, HERD
Like the branded sheep you are
KNEEL, SUCK
Swallow that corporate cock
Did they break your spine
or were you born without one?
Fake, you crawl through life
How long until you're undone?
Yes, it's a dead issue
No, I won't ignore it
I'll keep beating this dead horse
I can't accept this shit
And the machinery keeps on grinding,
suppurating and dripping gleet,
spewing vomit for you to lap up,
disgorging disease and deceit
Deceiver,
you slither on
Dissembler,
a soulless pawn
BOW DOWN
Obey the fucking skin machine
HEED, SERVE
Kneel down and suck
BLEAT, HERD
Like the branded sheep you are
KNEEL, SUCK
Swallow that corporate cock

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