Tradition is calling it business.
Feeling only real when employed,
Dense from sucking on wallets.
It's their pockets you're arresting.
Money is made the maximum
...quality, only minimum.
An open chest shows a heart
With a branded dollar $ign.
Shut off, shut off.
Wastes my breath opposing,
For authority is all
That makes this right.
But you're weak in my eyes,
And this is no price we'll f*cking pay.
Your compromise has again
Capsized in time.
Shutting off income of yours.
There are no masks for your greed.
There is no heart in your conned
Cash flow, to which we take no part.
We won't take part.