Profits Of Doom - Bitter End

These tanks roll off the line

And though I make them, they ain’t mine

I make my life from sales of death

I feel no guilt, I’m just here to collect

It seems so useless to put up a fight

You’re on their treadmill and there’s no end in sight

They’ve got us trapped in dead end lives

No hope or promise, we fight to survive

Well, we see them as they see us

Perceptions clouded by fear and mistrust

We miss the point, we’re all the same

Each wants the other side to take all the blame

Nothing is sacred, nothing is clean

Defiled and tainted, completely obscene

They speak of truth with lying eyes

We’ve reached the level of those we despise

Well, men on top they roll the dice

They play their games and we all pay the price

And if the truth can set you free

We’re all enslaved by this hypocrisy!

You hear the warnings of pain, doom and strife

Can you imagine a fate worse than life?

Living this life, you live their lie

Live for today for tomorrow we die!