Château

SO…
I hear you think you’re something special
You’re just another piece of the uneducated, manipulated, complicated—
Majority that think they’re better than the rest
Oh God, you make me fucking sick—
PUKE—
The blood from my throat is made to stick
Did you know that your capitalistic lies don’t mean shit!?

Take your time; pretend we’re waiting for you
Charge even more for life within the bottom of every bottle
They’re nothing, just another piece of trash on the street to you
Lie behind your kingdom, just lie to yourself; it’s what helps you sleep at night
The promise land is not what you think—
It’s a rotting cabin filled with liars and coated white

Liars, deceivers, and whores the beg for more
THIS COUNTRY’S IN FOR A SURPRISE!
There’s always time to be beaten and stuffed with more—
As our fathers smile high from their plateau
Something’s not right about allowing your sons and daughters—
To be raped within their own chateau

Take your pathetic and kill yourself
There’s something about watching the world end itself
Listen, there’s just one more thing I need to say—
Before they force me to die at the end of the day
MY SOUL IS BETTER THAN YOURS—
There’s just one more thing I need to say
Before they force me to die
AT THE END OF THE DAY!

Liars, deceivers, and whores the beg for more
THIS COUNTRY’S IN FOR A SURPRISE!
There’s always time to be beaten and stuffed with more—
As our fathers smile high from their plateau
Something’s not right about allowing your sons and daughters—
To be raped within their own chateau

You…
You’re such a liar to me
There’s something there that doesn’t deserve to be here
March of the rotting corpses…
Pay for what you’ve thrown
Tortured for what we’ve been shown
Murdered for the lies we’ve known
(If only it were a dream)
Pay for what you’ve thrown
Tortured for what we’ve been shown
MURDERED FOR THE LIES WE’VE KNOWN!

Liars, deceivers, and whores the beg for more
THIS COUNTRY’S IN FOR A SURPRISE!
There’s always time to be beaten and stuffed with more—
As our fathers smile high from their plateau
Something’s not right about allowing your sons and daughters—
To be raped within their own chateau

But it happens anyway.