Obliterator

Eyes to the sky as they turn blood red
The moneyed gods don’t care if we’re dead
Pack up your shit the time draws near
Everybody’s fucking running
Panic the new way of life
The season, season to die
Now get down on your knees
Put the money in their pockets
Oh gods have you not had enough
Taking all the resources to build your monuments to yourself
Build your fucking castles on the burnt corpses of the dead
Raise your foundation above the smoke and ash
And when you go to sleep at night
Know if could very well be the last time
Burn the fucking planet until it’s black around
The ashes of the poor will replenish the ground
Who needs resources when you are that high above
Lock the gates it’s not too late to secure yourselves
While you accumulate the rest of of fight to survive
You’re not a genius no you’re not a fucking mastermind
Exploiting labor while you fellate your motherfucking self
The planet burns and you get richer selling us the smoke