Ruiner

How light could be our darkest hour?

None will be left when they come

To collect their blood debts

Accounts will be dry, binary vessel

Full of nothing but dust

A vicious lust for control has turned us

Into pawns for the faceless kings

Shed rivers of blood turned the color

Of their lucre greed

Fiscal commandments impel

And we will obey

Blindly

Fury of, fury

The fury of the sun has passed

Into the hands of men

Whose hands were already too full

Of abused strength and anger

Of abused strength and power

Bio-economics killing again and again