And yet my soul must fight
The filth of the dark
And the power of it's might
Oh no emotion here
Think not my ass
Will shed a tear
For the dark is just man
On the whole that I see
Forever with their fingers
Fucking the clan
Of sheep that make up society
One dime at a time
Idebted servitude is free
To pay for the more
Of the son of a bitchin son
Whose mother is the whore
Of man's morality
Sleep little children
Ease the life you feel
The dark men are driving
The spinning of the wheel
