Innocence Complex

Among the mammoths the blood is brokered and dealt, leveraged on lives and put up for sale.
You're a dollar in the bank that never got spent.
Your conscience is clean and you're totally content.
Signing the line.
Smearing the blood.
I'm a liar, I'm a thief, I'm ashamed of my crimes.
You're right, I'm responsible for killing my own kind.
My excuse is my ignorance, my personal gain.
I pull the trigger and I take the blame.
You sign the line but blood is on my fucking hands.