A Portrait Of Modern Greed - Corpus Christi

This is all out war

Born into this struggle

We’ve become the things we hate

No longer will we be the downtrodden — beggars at your gate

To — all that we own we’ve been given — over as slaves we are the resistance

What made you think that we would bend so easily?

(We're not like you)

We’re not like you, my friend

You’re so weak

(We're done with you)

Our entire lives we’ve been told we have to buy your lies

But all that will gain us are things that we can’t take with us when we die

Your narrow perception, a weakened device

Your veil of deception, now falls from our eyes

What made you think that we would bend so easily?

(We're not like you)

We’re not like you, my friend

You’re so weak

What made you think that we would bend to suit your greed?

(We're done with you)

We are the — resistance

What made you think that we would bend so easily?

(We're not like you)

We’re not like you, my friend

You’re so weak

What made you think that we’d ever be slaves to your greed?

(We're not like you)

You’re so weak

(We're done with you)

Your veil of deception, now falls from our eyes

We’ll never be your possession

You’ll never get out alive