I'm lost in the distance like corroded images expanding in space
Mans main need involves several social acts that teach the value of
survival taught on a scale that starts with the body then buries the soul
And with the price of blood call me a saint
And with the price of blood call who a saint?
The cost is infinite like im counting the casualties of this industry
A closer wrist explains the razor to the world now watch as you spoil the value of a soul
Trade death for wealth, trade death for what
Is this destiny or is this a war, man is a social animal