Tradition is calling its business
Feeling only real when employed,
dense from sucking on wallets
It's their pockets you're arresting
Money is made the maximumquality, only minimum
An open chest shows a heart with a branded dollar $ign
Shut off, shut off
Wastes my breath opposing, for authority is all that makes this right
But you're weak in my eyes and this is no price we'll fucking pay
Your compromise has again capsized in time
Shutting off income of yours
There are no masks for your greed
There is no heart in your conned cash flow to which we take no part