Insecticide
Fake the race finding words that relate
Know your place the outcasts never win
Crush the grin crossing slice in the face
Falling out never in
Deep in debate about nothing that matters
Feeling bad when an insect dies
Oh
Sad it's gone let's become part of the hive
Spend and buy 'til there's nothing inside
Oh
Nowhere to run
Or get taken away
Sense of self is erased
Inject the chemical and obey
Crush the shell no oxygen left to tell
Waterboarded all alone in a cell
Hell tells as slaves drown in a well
Survive to see a vision of when Rome fell
From philosopher to road warrior
Modern Mad Max at end of the world
Planning attacks by resistance within
To purge the corporate system of sin
Deep in debate about all things that matter
Feeling good when an insect dies
Oh
Glad it's gone let's take out the whole hive
A biological attack from inside
Oh
Never giving up
Going alone
Raid bomb strapped to the chest but not our own
Strolling through a crowd of insects like him
Mind controlled to detonate on demand
The countdown to rid the world of their kind
The oligarch is all out of time
A thousand rays of toxic Raid blast
Ended their dystopian control so fast
The fallout from that last attack of our days
Broke the chains of corporate slavery at last
No need to debate with the insects we splattered
Clever minds sprayed the 'cide in their hive
Oh
Power in numbers is all it took to fight
Soft-shelled politician-o-cide
Oh
Know your place the outcasts never win
Crush the grin crossing slice in the face
Falling out never in
Deep in debate about nothing that matters
Feeling bad when an insect dies
Oh
Sad it's gone let's become part of the hive
Spend and buy 'til there's nothing inside
Oh
Nowhere to run
Or get taken away
Sense of self is erased
Inject the chemical and obey
Crush the shell no oxygen left to tell
Waterboarded all alone in a cell
Hell tells as slaves drown in a well
Survive to see a vision of when Rome fell
From philosopher to road warrior
Modern Mad Max at end of the world
Planning attacks by resistance within
To purge the corporate system of sin
Deep in debate about all things that matter
Feeling good when an insect dies
Oh
Glad it's gone let's take out the whole hive
A biological attack from inside
Oh
Never giving up
Going alone
Raid bomb strapped to the chest but not our own
Strolling through a crowd of insects like him
Mind controlled to detonate on demand
The countdown to rid the world of their kind
The oligarch is all out of time
A thousand rays of toxic Raid blast
Ended their dystopian control so fast
The fallout from that last attack of our days
Broke the chains of corporate slavery at last
No need to debate with the insects we splattered
Clever minds sprayed the 'cide in their hive
Oh
Power in numbers is all it took to fight
Soft-shelled politician-o-cide
Oh
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Writer(s): Matthew Cox
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