Tekster: Job for a Cowboy. Lords Of Chaos.

The blameless are succumbing to the ravages
Of warfare built upon capital and greed
The lords of corruption leave their people
To rot in the gore riddened streets of chaos

Education, employment and health
All stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh
The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying for a redesigned future
As they reach the brink of renouncement, renouncement

Dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing
For with this tongue will only bring execution
Hundreds upon thousands, all damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth

The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies
And sell the land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite
With death comes revenue
Piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood

The blameless are succumbing to the ravages
Of warfare built upon capital and greed
The lords of corruption leave their people
To rot in the gore riddened streets of chaos

Education, employment and health
All stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh
The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying for a redesigned future
As they reach the brink of renouncement

Hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth
Hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth

Hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth

The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies
And sell the land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite
With death comes revenue
Piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood
Piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood
Piles of profit all generated in blood