The Way Things Should End Songtext
von Torn Open

Bearing the facilities to fix the world
Wasted on pleasure
Sin of a glutton much more atrocious
Than what your morals cry
I hope no one saves your ashes
Flowerless woe-ridden grave
Avarice digs you six feet under
Burning in hell dead and cashless

How do you carry on?
Does it not affect you?
Knowing the hurt that you choose to cause

You have the means to mend the destruction you′ve wrought
We are all marionettes strung along
To facilitate this tyrannical reign

The hands
Of the rich move so effortlessly
Contorting the strings of fabricated triumph


But the empty palms of starving children in Gaza remain vacant
And the same
You kill them for what?
What more could possibly feed your sick psychopathy
Driven greed

How have you overcome such a dissonance?
Money pipelining straight to the facilities
Building terrorizing, destructive weapons
Hundreds of thousands of dead women, children

Fuck your life
We'll muster the will to overthrow
In due time
Karma will take her visit
You′ll pay what you owe

You have earned nothing more-
Than a slow
Guilt ridden
Death