Beast

I am the product of my fucking environment
The gold standard of visceral hate
An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence
Sold up the river
Our culture is a plague

And the shit trickles down
To the man in the shades
He can take his licks ‘till he can’t
And then you’ll know his fucking rage

I had a dream about revenge
A million bodies on the slab
An axe to grind against them all
You know that dream is all we have
All we have

I resent the forces that be
Paradise is a parody
It’s the filth that grows in the weeds
Our house is a target for ends to their means

Tell me, is the thought of decency
Social serenity so obscene
There is no safety in numbers
When numbers don’t meet expectations
A dead generation

Oh king in heaven
One foot on the scale
And justice grinded to meat
We will do your bidding no more
I’ll never bow to this fucking beast

I had a dream about revenge
A million bodies on the slab
An axe to grind against them all
You know that dream is all we have
An axe to grind against them all
An axe to grind against them all
An axe to grind against them all

You serve a lower purpose
You serve a lower purpose
You serve a lower purpose
You serve a lower purpose

And the shit trickles down
To the man in the shades
He can take his licks ‘till he can’t
And then you’ll know his fucking rage

I’ll never bow to this fucking beast
Beast
I am the product of my fucking environment
I am the product of my fucking environment
I am the product of my fucking environment
I’ll never bow
I’ll never