B.O.D (Better Off Dead)

[Verse 1 - Chester P]
Start the procession, march of the dead men
Clutching the vision of a blind mans senses
Every man's Judas, trust in corruptness
Thirty bits o' silver's on your mind in the darkness
Living on the carcass of a world on the market
Markings of wipe out, you can buy the sky now
The stars and the sun too, look what controls us
Look what becomes you, look to your compass
Check your direction, watch for the horsemen
Lost with the offspring of legends I'm boxed in
This frame full of tension, with both eyes watching
Dead men tell no tales, and I'm talking
Caught in a wharf of material importance
Earth's on crutches, wrеtched and blistered
Wе test this resistance, I question existence
All man's Judas, we've all got the symptoms
Distance arriving, last of the heart beats
Can't speak, can't think, can't ever seem to sleep
Have you ever felt guilt for the way you live
People starving while you're eating on your favourite dish
Pollution's rising, the ice caps are melting quick
You might think it's better unsaid
But sometimes I feel like we're better off dead yeah?
You might think it's better unsaid
But sometimes I feel like we're better off dead

[Hook]
Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror
Death shall become us, we're better off dead
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror
Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror
Death shall become us, we're better off dead
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror
Death shall become us

[Verse 2 - Farma G]
Our speak was dead with no fight left
God sent us angels and we clipped their wings
Like we had no sense
With science we murdered the mysteries
And hid in the comfort of our man made luxuries
We lie in our books, we lie like the elders
Written by a pen with greed as it's held up
Right through the ages
We don't need any sage or prophets 'cause today
We make our own way
We pay for mistakes with an apologies face
Man don't need faith, 'cause they got champagne
That's a sham and pain all mixed in a glass
This world's gone mad, should I cry or laugh?
As my energy's low I wanna let it all blow
As we walk on the moon, Earth died very slow
She was stabbed and infected by the mess of mechanics
And we're all gonna die when the rivers flow red
And disease runs wild in amongst bloodshed
'Cause us stupid little humans and our very big heads
Let go of the magic in every last breath
And killed any chance of making progress
This world and its people are better off dead
This world and its people are better off dead

[Hook]
Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror
Death shall become us, we're better off dead
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror
Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror
Death shall become us, we're better off dead
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror
Death shall become us, we're better off dead, da na
We're better off dead, da na
We're better off dead, da na
We're better off dead
Death shall become us, we're better off dead