Spiritual people feed on those who need them
They point their fingers to make minds much weaker
Even a pacifist cant resist the urge to want to kill
To peal away the face of hate and watch it melt upon the steel
My eyes depart from yesterday,
But the image seems to fade - The tides have come to wash away
Can't bring back our yesterdays
They take our minds - we take their lives
See the pride before the fall
Overpriced and under rights - Pure taxation plays the part
To the point I want something for free
So you tax them even more
A crook in the system corruption from within
No justice for the poor
Breaking down the walls with a slap in the face
To the people you replace
By stepping on the backs of the human race
My eyes depart from yesterday
But the image seems to fade - The tides have come to wash away
Can't bring back our yesterdays
They take our minds - we take their lives
You don't really want to know - the true depths of the soul
Everything you ever do - comes back to haunt you
My purpose will make you bleed - so that your eyes can see
The color of my bank account - as red as the blood in your mouth
You don't really want to know - the true depths of the soul
Everything you ever do - comes back to haunt you
My purpose will make you bleed - so that your eyes can see
The color of my bank account - as red as the blood in your mouth