Lower Purpose (Explicit)

Beast

I am the product of my ****ing environment

The gold standard of visceral hate

An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence

Sold up the river

Our culture is a plague

And the **** trickles down

To the man in the shades

He can take his licks ‘till he can’t

And then you’ll know his ****ing rage

I had a dream about revenge

A million bodies on the slab

An axe to grind against them all

You know that dream is all we have

All we have

I resent the forces that be

Paradise is a parody

It’s the filth that grows in the weeds

Our house is a target for ends to their means

Tell me, is the thought of decency

Social serenity so obscene

There is no safety in numbers

When numbers don’t meet expectations

A dead generation

Oh king in heaven

One foot on the scale

And justice grinded to meat

We will do your bidding no more

I’ll never bow to this ****ing beast

You serve a lower purpose

And the **** trickles down

To the man in the shades

He can take his licks ‘till he can’t

And then you’ll know his ****ing rage

I’ll never bow to this ****ing beast

I am the product of my ****ing environment

I’ll never bow

I’ll never