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A cause is calling

For the toil of man

We ask you sympathise

Sat upon our stash

Come join our guilt trip

Or we’ll leave you obsolete

Fall in step, march with the rest

The drum is ours to beat

You can give your blood

It won’t save your soul

Dig deeper within, to find

Hearts bleed gold (x4)

Pre-packaged revolt

The gift we share

The only way to show

The planet that you care

Part with your income

Vanish the thought

Parade the trophy

A freshly-murdered corpse

No belief or cause

Too sacred to be sold

The blade of guilt descends

To lacerate

We can promise, we’ll support your cause

We’ll wear the mask, for fortune’s reward

Compassion is the wound upon our prey

We bled them dry, but nothing’s changed

Hearts bleed gold (x4)