Текст песни Dying Fetus - Justifiable Homicide

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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 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 damn many brain-washed humans. The forces of dissention are released, their products and corruption no one needs. The cracks within the system start to show so let's 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 liers 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 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 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 thats 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

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