The Bleeding Machine

Rise
We’re all lambs to the slaughter
The chains that hold us down
Are gold
Shut
It
Down
Your fingers on my eyes
You shut them
Your profits
Are built
With blood
Disgraced
And drained
For life
Fuck this shit
You can try to break your chains
all you’ll ever be is shackled
So you can try to break your chains
All you’ll ever be is shackled
Faithful servants
Fed scraps like loyal dogs
Walking shadows
Cucked by a demagogue
And there is no hope
only death at the end of your rope
This burden is crushing
And in the end it’s all for fucking nothing
We’re just lambs to the slaughter
Open your
Your fucking eyes
I refuse
to bite my tongue
It’s feast to famine