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 all got what we deserved   All sentient beings are only those that we dictate   How can you judge what you lick off your plate?   The 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   A 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 fell in      At the top of your game, who cares?   The ones below are too far down   But we're the ones who kill our neighbors   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      Too bad you do what you do to score   True, that you knew what you knew before   In blissful ignorance   The fists of power thrive   Now look at your hands   Your command tells who will survive