Up on their thrones ones made from skin and bones They twist the words that they say From deep inside their walls corrupt beasts make calls Breaking backs for honest pay Cruel luck is set on high unmanned and running wild Stealing from helpless pools Parts made from simple blood wicked ways and were the mules This time the will to live and survive weighs down the very meaning Of life, forced to be the ones to give up this time without Lawless men make the rules the golden ones dont steal What they lose wont make them rich Their filthy hands are lined with what is yours and mine Doesnt cost them a stick This man made suffering snakes us a dying breed Crucified for the machine I he end of life begins cannot repent their sins So they steal from our need High up in liars chairs on weakened souls they feed Breaking silence is rubbed the wrong way now doomed Enthroned in chaos Retrieve what they stole from us Deceive the maker of distrust Repent for the souls of the dead Relieve the world from this Raped from the innocent stole from the weak Brainwashed there is no relief We live in chaos,
stole, repent, steal, made, unmanned