"I reject the words of the misguided
Forced from their debt resignations
Feelings of annihilation
Iron chains bind your life
Well let me go and take theirs
Pour oil on the ignorant for our legislation

The empire has been unsheathed
The history of their low views end brutal
Beneath the flooded gates spiritual bibles
Are turning masses into cynical rivals

Now with the force erased
Cleansing mindless spenders
Violence in place of scripture
A world avoided by failures

We will all die for nothing"

- Thy Art Is Murder