Polish The Nightmare - At All Cost, Tiff Lacey

They see the automation and they will not default

We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy

No heart

Polish up the nightmare and call it the american dream

Blood runs from your sockets and fills their pockets

They laugh while we scream

They see the automation and they will not default

We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy

Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave

Facade, facade, just look at his body

He is broken, serving jihad

Appease god?

Oh please god, your young feed the flames of the firing squad

They see the automation and they will not default

We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy

Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave

No morals

I can’t stand to see you die, so follow me into this fight

Sound check, can they hear the drums that we sing to now play new beats?

Follow me with arms tonight