Servile Songtext
von Brandish

Suffering beyond words
Pain under the crushing weight
People die running for their lives
In an endless losing race
Opportunity calls, lays common sense
To waste
While people die fighting for their lives
In efforts to curb the shame

Existence, servile
Resistance, futile
It′s all fuckin shit wall to wall
A hideous, cold fucking world


So what good's this "order"?
What choice are we left?
Predictable swell of predictable swill
On this continuum of avarice
The weight we carry fills their pockets
And pulls us under

Under the strain of their grip, their control
They′ll do what they can just to cripple your soul
In the end you find there's no end
Just streams of despair and disappointment

Let's cast our ballots and wail
When capital prevails
In the interest of those putting wind in our sails
The battle′s been won
For them, never us
We′re all left in the dust
And the solace we took in their pretensions
Is all that can keep us moving
But whatever, keeps you moving???!