Bathory - Kill, Kill, KillLyrics

Industrialized abortions The organs lined up on the shelves Colored pills guaranteed to keep you at peace With your pitiful 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 money machine 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 pageants 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