Slavegod - 3TEETH

Fed from the hand

No seat at the table

You drink from the plan

Direct from the cable

No place to stand

Just curled in your cradle

Your calcified gland

Replaces your navel

Distractions demand

You eat the whole plateful

Tasting so bland

Existence so shameful

Gripping the sand

Resistance is fatal

This world’s a sham

Fuck your tower of Babel

Crucify your eyes

For what you see outside

With your eyes

That try

To conjure this reality

To conjure this reality

I deny

Crucify reality

Crucify reality

Fed from the brand

You purchase the fable

You think for the man

As part of his stable

Obeying his plan

Mundane and faithful

In constant remand

So inescapable

Existence so damned

From fathers betrayal

Never expand

Existence so shameful

Gripping the sand

Resistance is fatal

This world’s a sham

Fuck your tower of Babel

Crucify your eyes

For what you see outside

With your eyes

That try

To conjure this reality

To conjure this reality

I deny

Crucify reality

Crucify reality

Imperial hate

Wet with venom

Self-deciet

The perfect weapon

Rusted gates

No momentum

Open wounds to disconnection

Fear is your god

Fear is our god

Bow to the law of his almighty fraud

Fear is our god

Fear is our god

Bow to the law of his almighty fraud