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The inherited sorrow's to me
A fallacy
A lie force-fed to me
Starved on more than just the truth
What's the use?
A peasant's life's just an unpleasant life, with day-to-day strife
Try to survive with a tortured mind
The powers that be, with hands that could feed
They just want to watch you bleed out
And starve

It's a culling of our species
The peasantry will die
When profit ranks above all life
No meek will survive

No mercy for the fallen
They're born afflicted
Lacking wealth and privilege

Currency is a sophistry
For snobbery
Birthplace, a lottеry
That makes the difference of you and me
False reality, your privilege adorned casually

Broken wings turn to rotten roots
Execute me, please
Hang me high or decapitate me
It's up to you to resist and revolt
Millions are stronger than millionaires

But spare me your pathetic whining
If you can't even unite for your survival
You're like worthless cattle to me
Get back to work now

Earn me my prosperity
And I'll at least feed you my dirt
Meine Gier kennt keine Grenzen
Rücksichtslose Unvernunft

This cull with malicious intent
They're taking this whole damn world away
Broken wings turn to rotten roots again

This world is a tragedy
For those who feel, but not to those who steal