Dying Fetus

die rust, and rot away, this last war doesn't have a name
a cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world
not one left in peace, a policy of manditory greed
eats its way across this nation built on lies
post-modern slaves,
we don't give a fuck so long as money made
buy, sell, believe, three words are just what you need
at birth we're hooked for life, soul-less selfish power-fight
last hope fades, chaos starts to... multiply
a paradox of fucking hate, and lies,
is nothing real at all? sell the dream,
competition is a way, of life, are you for sale, or me?