Testo di Dead Peasants

Drained of all your meaning Virtue laid out in wake Modern serfdom propagated Workers stare with blinkered eyes Tacit subterfuge abysmal Shameless corporate profiteers Worth that's taken from you Lucre from the lowest man Gleaning monies exponential Slaves of service, peasants dead Locked in greed subsistence Cash from death seems quite alright No right God to pray to Greenback idols fill the void Kill before the market leaves you Gild your scalps for all to see Domineering, parasitic Scheming rich men live to take Grovel for the crumbs they give you Thank them for the chance to eat