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Manufacturing Greed

 

Manufacturing Greed

(album: Overthrow - 2001)


Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes
Wide awake and dead, we consumate the bond, stomach tied in knots
Driving class relations, engines working hard, this mechanism breeds contradictions
Bury expectations, nothing's going to last, the tide is turning back revocation

They can't control us, there's nothing left
Our thirst for vengeance, your dying breath
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine

Hope is for the hopeless, dreaming for a life as opiates replace human passion
Advertise our weakness, colonize our space, feed the appetite as force fed gluttons

It's life in dead time, it's self-decay
Their so-called heaven now rots away
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine

With golden eyes our gods will lead us
As labor slaves we work away
Drunk and baited, packaged, processed
This market orgy fucks for pay

Cutting through the lies that bind us
Fist-fucking the status quo
We loot and burn their paradise
Burn

Their planet's just a whorehouse, based on greed and avarice
Demand your life and take it back, their world is dead and drunk on piss
You're a slave if your collar's white, a slave if your collar's blue
Chains locked around your neck, you'll work too hard, you'll work to death

Tides of human flotsam floating, tired and alone
The ones who want to fight are the ones that have no hope
Bury all your trust just like you buried all your dreams
The ends that justified their rule will justify our means

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