Lyrics Crucify Your Culture - Ren

A murderous mind
Born into a murderous time
Where right or wrong is a blurred line hard to define
For greed has poisoned the well
We all drink from the chalice
It's a long way down into the rabbit hole, Alice
Now I crucify your culture
Burn down the altar
Religion of consumerism picks us off like vultures
Takes us for punks
They say jump, we jump
It's the same if it's Bush or Obama or Trump
I'm not buying into a one, two, three party system
I rise against 'em
Illusions of choice take our voice so take back your rigged election
System deficit, represent nobody but your money, funny
How you keep 'em sweet, honey
Shepherd and the sheep, dummy
Someday, they'll find a way to sell my views
Like they sold the concept of freedom to you
They sold the voice of Huxley, of Orwell, Guevara, Dali Lama
Now we're all just a product to you
And now you care more about your new shoes
Than loose screws in minds of politicians
That abuse truths to shape you and break you
Consumerism rapes you until your thoughts they ain't you
They make you wanna hate you
So you keep buying, buying, buying
Corporation frying, defying fraudulent list liars and burning empires
Tap into the telephone wires
And history's biased
It glorifies and justifies our evil
It justifies the wars that rain destruction upon people
Every single human born equal
They treat you like an asset not a human, man, it's see-through
Slavery through debt, you think that mortgage is to help you?
Bills stacking high, killing dreams, money maims you
Lion tames you
The land of the free
Irony
A hierarchy false education kills the fire in me
Still I stand strong like two towers
That were knocked down by greedy men's thirst for power
And now greed
Greed plants the seed that will destroy us all
If we succumb to greed
Fuck greed
Silent, I breathe
Burn money
Greed makes us bleed, makes us bleed, makes us bleed
Our political system is a farce
Democracy will not exist 'til actions speak louder than money
Wealth is a poison, honey
Another money making holiday for the Easter Bunny
Adverts suck out your soul
Drink Coca-Cola
Lining up the pockets of the fat controller
Selling fear to the people
Let it spread like Ebola
Propaganda machine
American dream, it's hopeless
Nikola Tesla, 1883
The DC current system fought against the AC
But not because the AC system wasn't any better
'Cause people don't like change, when money's at the center
Move let me enter from the epicenter
Poison parliament, ah
Who's the main contender?
Oh, it's you Mr. President
Evident that the counter intelligence
Is a hell of a prevalent