Industrialised abortions 
The organs lined up on the shelves 
Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace 
With your pitful ****ing selves 
So full of nothing behind the closed doors 
Of your very own misery 
You're getting your share of weird ****ing pleasure 
Watching humiliation 
TV You're all ****ing nothing but bricks on a board 
Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords 
Useful a cog in the moneymachine 
Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry 
That's why you 
Kill Why you want to 
Kill Why you should 
Kill And so you 
Kill Beauty pagants for the five year old 
Pay-per-view 
Christ for your souls 
The lottery of mammon will provide for you 
When you are back broken useless and old 
But once you are dead and they'll showed 
You into the forgiving flames 
They'll refer to you only by a social security number 
And not your name 
Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give 
Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live 
So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside 
And continue to timely pay your ****ing taxes until you all ****ing dies 
That's why you 
Kill Why you want to 
Kill Why you should 
Kill And so you 
Kill