They told you this was all for you
That they helped you out
Those dirty eyes, dirty thoughts
They only meant to love you
And you thought you needed him
You’re the system, the fucking seed
And for what?
To create that which lives and dies for nothing
For god and country
For sword and truth
The lies they sold our youth
To keep our hands in their pockets
And our minds on the end
And to keep us worshiping the men, trust the cloth
Drawing breath entitled to nothing
Progress the seed, create for nothing
And your son will be born into the void
To rule the wasteland, medicated sitcom lives
While twisted dead tongues circle his ears
And the truth soaked in red
And for what?
Despondency
This world
Wreathed in shit
With no skeletons by my side
No men, no masters, no christ
Born into this void
Your father’s bones next to mine
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