the elves attic

judaeo-corporate lifestyling

child
they will capture you with sweet words of seduction
whisper honey and cream into your ears
promise twenty acres and a mule
sign a contract with your nation
anything to get behind you
to plunge the knife deep into your back
so they can sell your meat
to your children

nothing can stop
the mental slave traders
the judaeo-corporate marauders
sailing the seas of our collective consciousness


so sick of the fucking corporate
excuses for killing me

this whore of a world is all played out
watch it die

BANG BANG BANG goes the gun in my head