Bathory Kill Kill Kill

Industrialised abortions
The organs lined up on the shelves
Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace
With your pitful fucking selves
So full of nothing behind the closed doors
Of your very own misery
You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure
Watching humiliation TV
You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board
Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords
Useful a cog in the moneymachine
Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry
That's why you Kill
Why you want to Kill
Why you should Kill
And so you Kill