Stealing Gold Out Of A Pocket Of A Corpse lyrics

Gather you thoughts for the morbid survival That will separate the men from the dead No middle ground, no compromise this time This is the war of the Black sons vs. the Christian sun We will come from the north and violate the "right" Gather your funds from the ones who have fallen Rejoice for the ultimate intoxication: The sweet nectar of expiration Steal from the corporations with all the hate in your heart Sell drugs to their children, rob the blind man blind Gain the upper hand before the fallout Insinuate your hands into the pockets if the conspiacy Vigor to resist!