Purebread - Brown Brigade

Wake up every morning just to punch your clock

Sleepwalk off to work in crowded streets you flock

Born and bread to eat your brother’s soul

Climb that ladder carved from our bones

Survival eats away, its source is life

We work for better days, not golden ides

Consumption junction is the hero of your daily function

Your goal, your role

Your narrow mind’s on hold

Lost manners in a race with time

You can’t see the starting line

Won’t eat the truths we’ve been fed

Meals made with greed contain purebread

Big man small world set in your sights

You can’t see what’s wrong or right

Misfed misled life’s been spent

Instilled mind control the dream since birth

Helps achieve for you the plant’s worth

The worth is more than all your endless greed

Make your mark because our planet bleeds

Survival eats away, its source is life

Let’s work for better days, not trophy wives

Consumption junction leads to zero for our daily function

Lost manners in a race with time

You can’t see the starting line

Won’t eat the truths we’ve been fed

Meals made with greed contain purebread

Big man small world set in your sights

You can’t see what’s wrong or right

Misfed misled life’s been spent

Make haste to hell your light is sent

Can’t stand the taste, of purebread

Solo 1: By Brownsound

Solo 2: By Craigulator

Misfed misled life’s been spent

Misfed misled life’s been spent

Can’t stand the taste, of purebread