Текст песни 26 Percent Dead. - The Unknown Users

Consider killing myself
Leaving no body to claim
Consider killing myself
And taking others for fame

Catch bodies
Do it on the national scale
Catch bodies
Well what you do pales

To the wails in the wind
Such wanton destruction
A novel production
From unoriginal sins
That will never end
Despair in the air you breathe
All the evils done
That you can't even conceive

Blood runs through the streets
You don't see it in your footsteps
Trace your bloodline
Absolve them
Of all crimes
As gone with their times
Use holy water for the grime
Cling to divine
And sing to mass graves
That we're not cruel by design

Concentration or internment
Your discernment
Tell the victims
You didn't know the words meant

Bedbugs for thugs
Swept under the rug
With a shrug

Dirty linens
And backbites
Summer camps
At blacksites
Consider it a given
Even if you act right

There's a profit margin
Off the marginalized
Being cannibalized
Do you realize
There has to be a massacre
Before a Hashtag
We have price tags
Then I set myself free
Won't let my corpse feed
The oligarchy
Nah
Won't let them
Won't let them do it to me

I'll take my own life
So I can't be a mantra
Take my own life
And get hit by an Elantra