It's a suicide lottery and they've won    The real life has just begun    Coughing up nest of cocoons it feeds the statists    Oblivious to wounds seeping dry it feeds the statists    All value is lost when we allow the spiders to feed    Our values bled into this eco-cesspool    This is where it all ends    This is where it all ends    All value is lost when silence is born    Death behind the dollar    We are in the womb of the statist and all is not well in the best of all worlds    It's a suicide lottery    Drop the guillotine    Bury my head