often misjudged are the criminals among us guilty and their sentence is not yet served how broken and dead the reigning race would be if we all got what we deserved all sentient beings are only those that we dictate how can you judge what you lick off your plate the giver now has been brutally raped who knows if the future has so good a taste although we know what the future has for us in store a consumption society just breaks right through the door in blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive now look at your hands your command tells who will survive fresh mermaid carcasses wash up on shore they re a prize to be won and a cheap thrill no more paranoid grins on fake colorless smiles fear of the hollow between wrong and right sobriety is no longer an option when digging upwards from the trench you fell in at the top of your game who cares the ones below are too far down but we re the ones who kill our neighbors to stay safe and sound in blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive now look at your hands your command tells who will survive trophy kill we are such great masochists fuck you fucking hypocrite we are such great masochists fuck you too bad you do what you do to score true that you knew what you knew before in blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive now look at your hands your command tells who will survive