paroles de chanson The Butcher's Bill - Thou

We're always crying that we want to be free.
But when the shadow of danger looms,
And when the mob scents fear:
We collectively gasp;
We shut our eyes;
We abandon our convictions;
We grovel and crawl before the Great Seal;
We prostrate ourselves before the all-seeing eye of the God of Greed and Poverty and Ownership.
Ideology abandoned.
Culture abolished.
Families destroyed.
Psychoses intensified.
Consumerist freedom!
Limbs and organs decimated.
Lives ruined.
Spread our disease.