Lower Purpose

Beast

I am the product of my fucking environment

The gold standard of visceral hate

An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence

Sold up the river

Our culture is a plague

And the shit trickles down

To the man in the shades

He can take his licks till he can't

And then you'll know his fucking rage

I had a dream about revenge

A million bodies on the slab

An axe to grind against them all

You know that dream is all we have

All we have

I resent the forces that be

Paradise is a parody

It's the filth that grows in the weeds

Our house is a target for ends to their means

Tell me, is the thought of decency

Social serenity so obscene?

There's no safety in numbers

When numbers don't meet expectations

A dead generation

Oh, King in Heaven

One foot on the scale

And justice grinded to meat

We will do your bidding no more

I'll never bow to the fucking beast

I had a dream about revenge

A million bodies on the slab

An axe to grind against them all

You know that dream is all we have

An axe to grind against them all

An axe to grind against them all

An axe to grind against them all

You serve a lower purpose

You serve a lower purpose

You serve a lower purpose

You serve a lower purpose

And the shit trickles down

To the man in the shades

He can take his licks till he can't

And then you'll know his fucking rage

I'll never bow to this fucking beast

Beast

Beast

I am the product of my fucking environment

Beast

I am the product of my fucking environment

Beast

I am the product of my fucking environment

Beast

I'll never bow

I'll never