Trophy Kill

Often misjudged are the criminals among us

Guilty and their sentence is not yet served

How broken and dead the reigning race would be if we

If we all got what we deserved

All sentient beings are only those that we dictate

How can you judge what you lick off your plate

Giver now has been brutally raped

Who knows if the future has so good a taste

Although we know what the future has for us in store

Consumption society just breaks right through the door

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive

Now, look at your hands

Your command tells who will survive

Fresh mermaid carcasses wash up on shore

They're a prize to be won and a cheap thrill no more Paranoid grins on fake colorless smiles

Fear of the hollow between wrong and right

Sobriety is no longer an option

When digging upwards from the trench you fall in

At the top of your game, who cares

The ones below are too far down

But we're the ones who kill our neighbours to stay safe and sound

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive

Now, look at your hands

Your command tells who will survive

Trophy Kill

We are such great masochists

Fuck you, fucking hypocrite

We are such great masochists

Fuck you

Too bad you do what you do to score

True, what you knew what you know, before

In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive

Now, look at your hands

Your command tells who will survive