the end will taste as sweet as a beehive
check your pulse at the door
our own subsodized society wont assign a soul to turn out the light
with old counterfiet literature
a new real estate, more empty homes. we got it under control
black water seaside, embrace the tides. we got it under control.
populous utopia, new catacombs. we got it under control.
sing your modern slave hymns, breed your lambs we'll bring the slaughter.
behold the new uncivil war, where rich will imprison the poor
move under white crosses on our fields, semper fi! semper fi!
we'll diagnose your coughs and itch, proscribe terminal medicine
a passion as pure as polution, the type of cancer we can cure with.
we found a way to save the world without a prophet
the biggest oppositions the bible, we say burn it
a new progressive method intended for a profit
de-fertilize all humans no more kids without a permit.
consume, take ill.
a greater real estate, more empty homes. we got it under control.
black water seaside, embrace the tides. we got it under control.
populous utopia, new catacombs. we got it under control.
let your gaurd down
a converted on purpose but just scratched the surface
while i still take for granted all the land that i was handed
take your self out
knees wont bleed on this black shag carcus
brought back to life before a white pearl coffin
polute your life
a displaced briefcase wasnt proving lucerative
changing past quotes now you can stick around to turn out the light
we got it under control