you don’t get what you think you disserve
devour everything to deaden the nerve
gotta cut a profit even if I cut a throat...
all that you build, will be destroyed
All your value will crumble to void
nice guys get crucified gotta find a scapegoat...
wither away inside your golden cage
spend more, bury the rage
wanna get a payrise to justify my worth...
White is the colour of Purity
Black is the colour of Execution
Gray is the colour of Urban Bland
Red is the colour of Revolution