Stealing from the Poor - Xasthur

United in being divided

Divided by their own diversity

When we all have nothing

You’ll call it equality

Stealing from the poor

It seems they just want more

Under the bus, stranded in a ditch

And you thought they’d only steal from the rich

They’re taking from you and me

But you were thinking everything was free

When you’re lying to yourself

You’re lying to me

In the name of your new worls and «peace»

We all pay the price for your beliefs