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Eyes to the sky as they turn blood red

The moneyed gods don’t care if we’re dead

Pack up your shit the time draws near

Everybody’s fucking running

Panic the new way of life

The season, season to die

Now get down on your knees

Put the money in their pockets

Oh gods have you not had enough

Taking all the resources to build your monuments to yourself

Build your fucking castles on the burnt corpses of the dead

Raise your foundation above the smoke and ash

And when you go to sleep at night

Know if could very well be the last time

Burn the fucking planet until it’s black around

The ashes of the poor will replenish the ground

Who needs resources when you are that high above

Lock the gates it’s not too late to secure yourselves

While you accumulate the rest of of fight to survive

You’re not a genius no you’re not a fucking mastermind

Exploiting labor while you fellate your motherfucking self

The planet burns and you get richer selling us the smoke