Hiding behind those suits,
A faceless ghost of power,
A soulless demon of greed,
The world you wish to devour…
Harvesting corn of plastic,
Spawning minions of disease,
Poisoning life for gold,
Filling our bellies with grease…
Covered in their own feces,
Pigs poured in a grinder,
Dullard children drink this juice,
Our desperation makes you stronger…
There will be revolution,
Children will be awakened,
The faceless will be revealed,
Killing the demon of greed…
Green pastures will flourish,
Replacing farms of plastic seed,
Feeding children real food,
With all the life they need…
