The Razor

Slide across the razor, the blood runs like a river
Your shirts are lily white, but your dirty just the same
You steal from a poor man, destroy his spirit, execute his soul
Your fetid breath of lies, still pierce my ringing ears

In misery you make them, cannibals of the retched
Serve the master, suicide for the cause
Hypocrisy of the benevolent, the swollen belly's of leeches
You piss on the masses, smiling in gilded halls

Purveyor of horror, the beast of greed
Insatiable the lust, your root of evil
Tool of fear, the weapon of choice
Your bitter harvest is reaped by us all

The sardonic wheel, grinds down the bones
And the pulp of remains, litter the halls of justice
Who's blind eye, opens for the color of money
Those rapacious hues, paint the influence of power

Hypocrites of piety, spew in the house of worship
Hand in hand, with the corporate beast
These false prophets, mired in their slime
Poison the well, desecrate the holy

I feel so dirty, from the baptism you gave me
This harlot who you rape everyday
Battered and bruised, we try and deliver
Only to slide across the razor, and our ultimate demise