[ Featuring Vile ]
Victims
Peons
Slaves
Meat
We can hardly fill our plates
The grinder is our fate
Burning the candle at both ends
While the river of coin ascends
The ones up top get all the wealth
Those below fall in ill health
When we die they take our mortal remains
And sell them all for capital gains
What if it didn't have to be this way
What if the predators became the f*cking prey
We can rise up as one and dismantle the throne
And not even throw those motherf*ckers a bone
Redistribute their flesh
Mince their meat into a meal
Redistribute their flesh
Let's hear those stuck pigs f*cking squeal
Grind them
Redistribution of their flesh
