In The Trench - Murder Incentive

Violence torture chaos murder
These are things that humans have offered
Taking burning consuming not learning
Give thanks to their ignorance I won't
Ride this downfall to my grave

I can't help but think that all of this is meant
To deceive us twist us around in all directions
Some how all of these events are connected
To a man at the top bent to feed off all destruction

Profiteering from the slaughter of thousands
The old cut throats who call all the shots
Exploitation is their flower grown from greed
Incarcerate the masses to plant their seeds

Gather around listen up let me tell you something about a paradigm of a paradox
Sons go away come back a pine box is this war for peace?
Trusted by the majority
Ignore the minority
War for profit war for peace it's all the same to me
Someone dies mothers cry parades will justify

I can't help but think that all of this is meant
To deceive us twist us around in all directions
Some how all of these events are connected
To a man at the top bent to feed off all destruction

There's one motherfucker at the top of the pile
Looking down with a smile
Raking in the money power creating destruction
For us all

Money power greedy bastards
Are responsible for the chaos endured all the suffering felt
We live in hell
Children crying stop the murdering of innocence
Never mind let em' die parades will justify

I can't help but think that all of this is meant
To deceive us twist us around in all directions
Some how all of these events are connected
To a man at the top bent to feed off all destruction

Written by:
Jarrod Cook, Michael Giroux, Nathan Gunn, Stephen Harding

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