Wolves On The Throne

This is the day which the lord hath made
 I've ran with the hare and hunted with the hounds
 All those hardy years I've lied to myself
 Bastards in control
 Holding the strings and the shackles
 And running the world and the people
 They own the machines and the underling
 Who whip our landscape and squeeze the tears out
 Demons are here to stay
 Demons are here to stay
 They live in cities and from their concrete booths
 They keep on watching and just give a damn
 Raping and destruction
 Human waste invasion
 Wasteful utilization
 Irresponsible pollution
 No hope for anyone
 No home for anyone
 Meaningless promises
 Tearing down the innocent
 Kill, kill
 Rape, rape
 And consume
 Get enriched
 Before others
 Bastards in control
 Holding the strings and the shackles
 And running the world and the people
 The change never comes
 Without you