Murder Incentive

Violence torture chaos murder These are things that humans have offered Taking burning consuming not learning Give thanks to their ignorance I won't Ride this downfall to my grave I can't help but think that all of this is meant To deceive us twist us around in all directions Some how all of these events are connected To a man at the top bent to feed off all destruction Profiteering from the slaughter of thousands The old cut throats who call all the shots Exploitation is their flower grown from greed Incarcerate the masses to plant their seeds Gather around listen up let me tell you something about a paradigm of a paradox Sons go away come back a pine box is this war for peace? Trusted by the majority Ignore the minority War for profit war for peace it's all the same to me Someone dies mothers cry parades will justify I can't help but think that all of this is meant To deceive us twist us around in all directions Some how all of these events are connected To a man at the top bent to feed off all destruction There's one motherfucker at the top of the pile Looking down with a smile Raking in the money power creating destruction For us all Money power greedy bastards Are responsible for the chaos endured all the suffering felt We live in hell Children crying stop the murdering of innocence Never mind let em' die parades will justify I can't help but think that all of this is meant To deceive us twist us around in all directions Some how all of these events are connected To a man at the top bent to feed off all destruction