Scapegoats of the Plenty

Consent is just a word And your actions just have full consequence For the mouths left unheard From a lust that could not be fed Morals are elementary Even then, a child knows between No and gently But you've forced the skin of one And when together become many This is a chant of unity For the scapegoats of the plenty A predator's repression Stockholm lies impotent In beds of great recessions A plummet of their lips See the scapegoats coincide with the lambs In crevices greener than envious demands Grotesque doctrines Allow such a man A butchers slaughter There's blood on your hands! Bleats of desire Turned absence of care While they're told to be quiet They're told to beware But you have forced the skin of one And when together become many This is a chant of unity For the scapegoats of the plenty