Justifiable Homicide - Dying Fetus

Profits are the powermad’s motivating force

Just a greedy aspiration to be fed

Put to the test, they’ll fuck all the rest

Till all their rivals are dead… they're dead

Pushed on to fight as the pressure infects

And their rotten intentions arise

Our retaliation forces are the primary front

We all have got to cut them down to size

Faceless prophets pushing nazi policies

Money is the God they defend

The workers released, the lions are fed

It’s all just a means to an end

The war is here and the mission is clear: engage-enforce-erase

Cut them down to fucking size

Who are they to say we’re free?

There’s no choices I can see

Just look around, the tension builds

Who’s to blame when it comes down?

Drug laws, no privacy, the last breath of sanity

It’s all fucked, 'cause what I see is too many god damned brain-washed humans

The forces of dissention are released

Their products and corruption no one needs

The cracks within the system start to show

Fucking let them know

Think if you can, what a fucking waste of life

One too many dreams have broken

Down through the past, it’s a spiral into night

Try if you can;

break this cycle clean

Work for a wage, it’s a lie, it’s a mind game

Breaking your back for some mother fucker

He doesn’t care, and no one really does

Life is short, so get up off your knees

There’s no peace, 'till we rip off the roof of this whole desecration

Haul out the liars who claim who claim they «got a job to do»

'Cause we all understand there’re violent implications

Inside a world that needs us, to see the fucking deal go through

Deal go through

Through false tenets heralding the «right to mass consumption»

The population’s gluttony is spread

Fatter and weaker, no thinking’s allowed, empty eyes on empty heads

Chaos surrounds as the system’s cut down, these fuckers are as good as dead

They’re dead!

Once we tear out the heart in this evisceration

You’ll know just where the fuck the world’s going to

Fuck you if you believe there’s no alternative

That’s where we fill, fill your empty void

There’s no changing the faith of the common man

He’s got life that your mind could never comprehend

Worthless waste, just a shell of human life

Now cold dead, a death justified