Waiting List Songtext
von Enemy Soil

How many millions dead in a land of plenty
As we hold sacred an empty shell?
A bankrupt mortality play in which
The one percent enjoy corporeal gain
And the have-nots languish on a waiting list
While the power struggle continues
And the corroded system grinds on
The needy are needlessly set upon
By consequences of barbaric spiritualism! With the real world unconcerned
To rot intact, they prefer
Rather than extend their hospitality
A reversal would show their hypocrisy
Materialism
Selfishness
Ignorance
Global waste