It feels like the wheels Go round for the system For a system that won't go round Tossed out the lost Not found by the system For a system that can't be found Victory? Fail! Another Hollow Victory... The red queens never lose Odds made by the system For a system to be brought down And when it's done Take a look at what we've won A ticking red clock With a few seconds on Yo, I'm up in DC and I'm jammin' Mindless Faith Jammin', jammin' Mindless Faith Jammin', jammin' Mindless Faith Yo, I'm up in DC and I'm jammin' Mindless Faith Yo, but this is how we roll in Charm city, Motherfucker Money is my enemy Money is my enemy One more slave who can't be free One more hollow victory Shades of grey, faces pale Friends of friends all the same Raised for greed, empty souls As if cash is the goal Sands of time, falling fast Thief of thieves like the past Taught to take, rabid thoughts What is left, leave to rot Born to kill, selfish first Plague of plagues, scorch the Earth Toughened skins, trade for war Bred to breed, nothing more Life just keeps pouring In the taking and whoring Just how it seems to be It's tough to swallow It's just another hollow victory