We are products of obsolescence Left behind in the name of constant progress Children of a dead hallow empire Promised life of pointless surplus Factories churning out our intention Poison measured by the cubic meter Breathe deep excess of our invention Choking on the taste of our decision Leading you single file to the gallows Bred a legion to serve the corporation Born to be a product placement Clamoring like infants for decadence Skeletons bleached out in the sunlight When the graves become one too many Showing us our proud legacy Tkat we choose to call democracy Dead Empire One nation under fear Freedom was just Another word for slavery Dead Empire One nation under madness We burned the world To nothing but ashes Dead Empire One nation under hate Armed with only lies Everyone is an adversary Dead Empire One nation under force Slavery is the only Thing that remains free