Instruments of Death - Extinction A.D.

Society today is an illusion measured on wealth

Obsolete institutions denigrate our health

Smokescreens keep us blinded, unquestioned faith

While we believe we’re free, we are enslaved

The air is poisonous and reeks of defeat

Left wallowing in a void perpetually

The system is relentless and steals our final breath

The instruments of debt are the instruments of death

So i’ll travel through a river of blood, no rivals stand

While the bile of the vanquished flows over my hands

Misery caused by collusion, brought to the hilt

Illegal occupations devoid of guilt

Psychological distortion of life, status quo embraced

But I crave the blood of the powerful across my face

To have a life isn’t to be alive, servitude is suicide

…and i’ll survive

While the bile of the vanquished flows over my hands

All are slain, I stand a lone wolf

Resistance is the truth