Born In The Gutter

Thrown in the gutter

By the ones above us

The ones that seem to control

The flow of life, the way we live

And the way that we all survive

They look down on us

And keep us separated

By human quality control

Robbed of everything we own

The road to resilience

And accumulation of wealth

Create the gap of conviction

Fueled by a political hell

We are not equal

And we still draw the line

To divide the lower kind

For the good of the people

Sort through the populace

While society stays intact

Separate the rich from the ones

That have to dig through the trash

Find a reason

To keep moving

It relies on the spirit

Create a hope that will last

Collectively

We fill the streets

With the waste of our apathy

While being certain

There is someone with nothing to eat

Then the streets become a sea

Flooded by the bodies of the deceased

When will they see

The misery of the world that is suffering

Dig through the Earth

Find stability

Achieve our dreams

A spreading disease

Sends us back to reality

Born in the gutter

The way they harbor life is sickening

We die and they move on

The way they treat it is disgusting

Belligerent and selfish liars

They spit in the face

Of every man, woman, and child

In the end the rich will always prosper

Fingers are worked to the bone

To secure their place upon the throne

Insatiable hunger for power

Manifests itself in the heart of a coward

Sort through the populace

While society stays intact

Separate the rich from the ones

That have to dig through the trash

Find a reason

To keep moving

It relies on the spirit

Create a hope that will last

Dig through the trash

Form the trenches

Wealthy tradition

Buried in filth

Buried in filth

Buried in filth

Towers of opulence

Bring forth the avalanche

To crush the inadequate

And kill the spirit

Of our own convictions