Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
Stray from the Path
I know This Whore Named democracy
She'll spread her legs for the highest bidder
She's about to be fucked to death
By a multinational demi-God
I know this this preacher named capitalism
He speakes off bliss through competition
He hides a boy, with secrets to tell
The boy's name, third world
I know the fucker named neo liberalist
Handcuffed and gaggedin the back of my caddie there's a brick on the gas, and about a mile off open road
About a mile of open road
Before the ocean side cliff that awaits his arrival
They!
Will !
All !
Meet !
Their !
Demise !
The Smiles Collapse When The Camera's Turn Off!