praise..the parasite..for merciless..greed is virtue
in babylon..where we do whore..cradle to grave
and always for..the lowest bid..the threadbare scrap
the rancid fruit..and so we love..our slavery
drinking of the wealth, our well
the spring we feed til we're dust and bone
..every life, labors
so the worm may swell and distend
..so the worm, praises
avarice and cruel schemes
..pitting us, 'gainst us
that is how the well runs dry
they..will watch you fight..their own fight..to die indeed
for their greed..to lick the boot..that bears us down
that trods the grave..of every slave..for ten and ten
aeons out..in either way..we all die slaves
and trained so well..to love this hell..that they did made
and still we pray
save..me..only
..pity me, poor me, so we plead, again and again
..pity me, poor me, so we plead, again and again
..pity me, poor me, pity me, again and again
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