Ren - Crucify Your Culture lyrics

A murderer's mind
Born into a murderous time
Where right or wrong is a
Blurred line hard to define
For greed has poisoned the well
We all drink from the chalice
It's a long way down into the rabbit hole
Alice

Now I crucify your culture
Burn down the altar
Religion of consumerism picks us
Off like vultures
Takes us for punks, they say "jump"
We jump
It's the same if it's Bush, or Obama
Or Trump

I'm not buying into a
One-two-three party system
I rise against them illusions of
Choice, take our voice
So take back your rigged election system
Deficit, represent nobody but your money
Funny how you keep 'em sweet, honey
Shepherds and the sheep, dummy

Someday they'll find a way to sell my views
Like they sold the concept of freedom to you
They sold the voice of
Huxley, of Orwell, Guevara, dalai Lama
Now they're all just a product to you

And now you care more about your
New shoes than loose screws
In minds of politicians that abuse truths
To shape you and break you
Consumerism rapes you until your thoughts
They ain't you they make you wanna hate you
So you keep buying, buying, buying

Corporation frying, defying fraudulent liars
And burning empires
Tap into the telephone wires
And history's biased
It glorifies and justifies our evil
It justifies the wars that
Rain destruction upon people

"Every single human born equal"
They treat you like an asset
Not a human man, it's see-through
Slavery through debt
You think that mortgage is to help you?
Bills stacking high, killing dreams
Money maims you, lion tames you

The land of the free irony a hierarchy
False education kills the fire in me
Still, I stand strong like two towers
That were knocked down by greedy men's
Thirst for power and now greed

Greed plants the seed that
Will destroy us all if we succumb to greed
Fuck greed, silent I breathe, burn money
Greed makes us bleed, makes us bleed
Makes us bleed

Our political system is a farce
Democracy will not exist till actions
Speak louder than money
Wealth is a poisoned honey
Another money making holiday for
The Eastern bunny

Adverts suck out your soul, ah
Drink Coca Cola
Lining up the pockets of the fat controller
Selling fear to the people
Let it spread like ebola
Propaganda machine, American dream
It's hopeless

Nikola Tesla, 1883
The DC current system fought against the AC
But not because the AC
System wasn't any better
'Cause people don't like change when
Money's at the centre

Move, let me enter from the epicentre
Poison parliament, ah
Who's the main contender?
Oh, it's you Mr president, evident
That the counter-intelligence is a
Hell of a prevalent