Inferior

Betrayal and conformist greed

We are beneath you, like the dust and the weeds

And while you trample us, we are already saved

For in the end of it all, you'll become the slave

The rich enslave the poor

It forces women to become whores

We bought their lies, they betrayed our trust

We've become the object of their lust

When did I lose control?

When did I fall apart?

I never had a soul

I never had a heart

The rich enslave the poor

It forces women to become whores

We bought their lies, they betrayed our trust

We've become the object of their lust