Bastard

The world is a bastard
We already know the reason. & how itʼs done- they beg & plead & somehow:
We are still so goddamn primitive, our hands are still covered in red
Glass walls are still lined in blood. Somehow you still donʼt know the truth

Cite their iron will to line their satin pockets
Ignore the process, enjoy the profits
Say your prayers, & fall in line
Itʼs how it is, itʼs human nature

We already know the reason. & how itʼs done- they beg & plead & somеhow: they still donʼt know the truth
We alrеady know the reason. Even when our hands are tied, we canʼt be
Overpowered by complacency in a nation valuing convenience, see?

Assert: their dominance. Excessive force, they use it
They steal their innocence
Minimum sentence- theyʼll get it
Cite their iron will to line their satin pockets
Ignore the process, enjoy the profits
Turn your head. Shrug it off. Accountabilityʼs so fucking scarce

The world is a bastard
We put up walls, call ‘em factories
Lock them up. Fill the cages
Itʼs where they belong- couldnʼt be more wrong

They canʼt move they canʼt breathe, theyʼve got no rights
The wrong pigs are slaughtered. The wrong heir is dirty
The world is a bastard