Знаки доллара в будущее индустрииYou brought the myth that they're put here for us
Now see the hell that results from this Treated so callously as if machines
Objects, mere dollar signs to the industry Beaten on the head, stunned but not dead Nose bleeding, confused, so trusting Chocking under your foot, you hear it gasp for air
Life draining under your weight, struggling, and you don't even care
I watched you rip the skin right off of her body
Still alive, no where to hide, she can't express the fucking pain inside
Others are born into a cage, just to die by the blade
Their short lives in between pure suffering No pain killers are used while enduring body mutilations