Can't you see, what we've always known?
We were doomed, before we're even grown
Live to die, that is our destiny
Lie of success is pure hypocrisy
Cut to chase, forsake the rodent race
Give up now, you're better off dead
Get a gun, put a bullet in your head
We are waiting for a cataclysm
And this is our hymn to nihilism
Chasing dollars never made sense
greed breeds with it violence
Casualties to fatten your accounts
In the end, dust you still amount
Killing floor,
use it for what its for