Designed To Strangle

Morbid globetrotters

With invisible hands designed to strangle

This is my fatalist vision

I hate to admit

Let it die

Let it blow up in our face

We failed to prevail and now all there is

The stench of death, across the earth

Global standardization of our ways to suffer

Breeding a new kind of soldier and consumer

This is not enslavement, it’s a great opportunity

And human misery is not an obstacle

A profit at what cost?

Another death, another kill

You were predisposed to accept this gift we’re offering

Now don’t pass up on this offer

Cause the market won’t give you any second chances