Bituminous Pit piosenki

The weight of shame Hangs easy from the necks of Those chosen for power Those soulless, rotting men Who sleep soundly to the roar Of burning cities Their legacy means nothing at all Empty lineage The winners write the history But the day will come And their ha...

All still the same the rush the practice the mind the frame Nothing can change this The protest is mute, into the black box they fall, they sleep Under the ether Silence is leaden Under the knife Their cancer is ridden 

Cut with saw dust and cholera From the farm To unclean palms To the table Mercifully industry Bleaching clean assembly line Give is this day our daily bread Line our veins with typhus and lead Poison Manna for The poor. The working classes withering away Best...

You are in arrears Legbreakers are on their way Coming for your bones 

Take to my relief Perversion runs deep Dont stop That familiar smell This plastic skin will see us burn in Hell. 

Behind the bloody leads, the charming banter, infographics weeping, pissing lies at me, I see is this truth - is this it? This is truth - this is shit shining - truth is lying