Population Controls Songtext
von aminals

The end will taste as sweet as a beehive.
Check your pulse at the door.
Our own subsidized society wont assign a soul to turn out the light with old counterfeit literature.
A new real estate, more empty homes. we got it under control.
Black water seaside, embrace the tides.
We got it under control.
Populous utopia, new catacombs. we got it under control.

Sing your modern slave hymns.
Breed your lambs we′ll bring the slaughter.
Behold the new uncivil war. Where rich will imprison the poor.
Move under white crosses on our fields, semper fi! semper fi!
We'll diagnose your coughs and itch, prescribe terminal medicine
A passion as pure as pollution. the type of cancer we can cure with.


We found a way to save the world without a prophet.
The biggest oppositions the bible, we say burn it.
A new progressive method intended for a profit.
De-fertilize all humans no more kids without a permit.
Consume, take ill.
A greater real estate, more empty homes. we got it under control.
Black water seaside, embrace the tides. we got it under control. Populous utopia, new catacombs. we got it under control.
Let your guard down.
I converted on purpose but just scratched the surface. While I still take for granted all the land that I was handed.
Take yourself out.
Knees wont bleed on this black shag carcass.
Brought back to life before a white pearl coffin.
Pollute your life.
A displaced briefcase wasn′t proving lucrative.
Changing past quotes now you can stick around to turn out the light
We got it under control