We are products of obsolescence Left behind in the name of constant progress Children of a dead hollow empire Promised life of pointless surplus
Factories churning out our intention Poison measured by the cubic meter Breathe deep excess of our invention Choking on the taste of our decision
Leading you single file to the gallows Bred a legion to serve the corporation Born to be nothing but product placement Clamoring like infants for the decadence
Skeletons bleached out in the sunlight When the graves have become one too many Showing us our proud legacy We have chosen to call a democracy
Dead Empire One nation under fear Freedom was just Another word for obedience
Dead Empire One nation under madness We burned the world To nothing but ashes
Dead Empire One nation under hate Armed with only lies Everyone is an adversary
Dead Empire One nation under force slavery is the only