Savages

It's time we question the things we've ignored

Ravage the blood-bought wealth they've stored

Through genocide

Spirits of the wicked

You stack bills, they stack bodies

Numb to empathy

Spirits of the wicked

You stack bills, they stack bodies

Barbaric camaraderie

You refuse

To clean up the mess you've made

You're leaving land once cherished

Now a desert of graves

Desert of graves

You stack bills and they keep stacking bodies

We lay in false comfort

While the savages take hold

Debt is the currency of slaves

Unless we rise in revolt

Rise in revolt.

Rise in revolt.

Rise in revolt.

Spirits of the wicked

You stack bills, they stack bodies

Numb to empathy

Spirits of the wicked

You stack bills, they stack bodies

Barbaric camaraderie

We lay in false comfort

While the savages take hold

Debt is the currency of slaves

Stand up!

Rise in revolt!