Morbid globetrotters
With invisible hands designed to strangle
This is my fatalist vision
I hate to admit
Let it die
Let it blow up in our face
We failed to prevail and now all there is
The stench of death, across the earth
Global standardization of our ways to suffer
Breeding a new kind of soldier and consumer
This is not enslavement, it’s a great opportunity
And human misery is not an obstacle
A profit at what cost?
Another death, another kill
You were predisposed to accept this gift we’re offering
Now don’t pass up on this offer
Cause the market won’t give you any second chances
