Текст песни I Attest

There was a man

He was king of the hill

It only took one button

To send out the kill squad

For just a dollar

Hell handle your bill

He did for the fun ya

He only wants to kill ya

He only wants to see ya

Down on your knees

He wants to see you pray

See you prey on the weak

He's only here to watch

Watch the maggots feed

At the feast of the meek

He's the number of the beast

But every man is the same, when it comes to what's inside

Were all just filthy maggots, we've fed on our own flesh as we die

There's nothing new about the plight of man, as far as I can see

Just little subdivisions, mimicking the food chains of hierarchy

It's all a great big mess, it's to this I attest

Our world is consumed by convenience, self indulgent, material obsessed

But when the measure of a man, becomes his caliber of greed

It's safe to say, your freedom ends, like nero's vanity

How'd I get in this mess,

This kind of stress

This makes me worry

This is supposed to be some kind of test?

Broadcast emergency

Mayday, I'm lost at sea

Please send, assist

The tides of life are crushing me

I'm at the end of my rope, and this ain't no joke
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I see existence as an ever burning, downward slope

An endgame of fallacy, full of jealousies

Forever fueling fires bright, across a toxic sea

Hey little man

I got a story for ya

It's about

The way they can control ya

They didn't even

Have to use a soldier

They did it with a TV screen

Just remote control ya

You wanna breakaway, all you got to do

Spend some time with your family, try to understand a group

To try to learn a skill, maybe try to grow your food

And try to never let the lies, get the best of you.

Will you ever think on your own

I bet your scared of the unknown

You never gonna make it, if your never gonna try

You'll never get to top, and you'll always ask why

Disregard the lies, and close those precious eyes

How'd I get in this mess,

This kind of stress

This makes me worry

This is supposed to be some kind of test?

Broadcast emergency

Mayday, I'm lost at sea

Please send, assist

The tides of life are crushing me

I'm at the end of my rope, and this ain't no joke

I see existence as an ever burning, downward slope

An endgame of fallacy, full of jealousies

Forever fueling fires bright, across a toxic sea

It's all a great big mess, it's to this I attest