Lords Of Chaos - Job For A Cowboy

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

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