Tekster: Death Is Not Glamorous. Soft Clicks. Clear Lines.

Take us for fools but we?re wise to your shit
Brainwashed in schools but we fucking see through it
Force us to consume, define our taste
I?d rather starve than eat your waste
Capitalize on a culture of cruelty
Living off scraps from the slaughterhouse, not me
Profit margins, don?t think that we don?t see
An easy buck, don?t seem so easy to me
A lucky break, you make I hard to breathe
A fucking gold mine
Stay clear, I?m staying free