Fit For An Autopsy - Lower Purpose Lyrics

Beast
I am the product of my f*cking environment
The gold standard of visceral hate
An ever flowing stream of misery and violence
Sold up the river, our culture is a plague

And the shit trickles down
To the man in the shades
He can take his licks 'til he can't
And then you'll know his f*cking rage

I had a dream about revenge
A million bodies on the slab
An axe to grind against them all
You know that dream is all we have
All we have

I resent the forces that be
Paradise is a parody
The filth that grows in the weeds
Our house is a target for ends to their means
Tell me, is the thought of decency
Social serenity, so obscene
There is no safety in numbers
When numbers don't meet expectations
A dead generation

Oh, king in heaven
One foot on the scale
And justice grinded to meat
We will do your bidding no more
I'll never bow to the f*cking beast

I had a dream about revenge
A million bodies on the slab
An axe to grind against them all
You know that dream is all we have
An axe to grind against them all
An axe to grind against them all
An axe to grind against them all

You serve a lower purpose
You serve a lower purpose
You serve a lower purpose
You serve a lower purpose

And the shit trickles down
To the man in the shades
He can take his licks 'til he can't
And then you'll know his f*cking rage

I'll never bow to the f*cking beast
Beast
Beast

I am the product of my f*cking environment (beast)
I am the product of my f*cking environment (beast)
I am the product of my f*cking environment (beast)
I'll never bow
I'll never