Industrialised abortions   The organs lined up on the shelves   Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace   With your pitful fucking selves      So full of nothing behind the closed doors   Of your very own misery   You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure   Watching humiliation TV      You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board   Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords   Useful a cog in the moneymachine   Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry      That's why you Kill   Why you want to Kill   Why you should Kill   And so you Kill      Beauty pagants for the five year old   Pay-per-view Christ for your souls   The lottery of mammon will provide for you   When you are back broken useless and old      But once you are dead and they'll showed   You into the forgiving flames   They'll refer to you only by a social security number   And not your name      Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give   Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live   So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside   And continue to timely pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies      That's why you Kill   Why you want to Kill   Why you should Kill   And so you Kill