Yeah!
♪
There's a heavy stone
Placed on my chest
I try not to flinch
As I lose my breath
Living off of death
Feeding on hunger and unrest
Rampant herd mentality
Rancid hands hold each other
As the drones stampede
♪
The knowledge of being possessed
On my shoulders
I claw at salvation
But I soon keel over
I see the face
Of my executioner
And it belongs to all of you
Living off of death
Feeding on hunger and unrest
Living off of death
Feeding on hunger and unrest