Song of the Slaves
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We Succumb to mirth, amusement and trickery
How long will you simple ones love simplicity?
I beg you, picture this: you eat the bread of wickedness
Drink the wine of violence,the Righteous will not be silent
You forsake instructions, so you consist of nothing
Busy celebrating your self destruction
Your god is greed, envy lust and jealousy
You can't control the speed it breaks you down like disease
You envy your oppressor and that's the sickness of the slave
That abominable plague that makes you love your master's ways
We Succumb to mirth, amusement and trickery
How long will you simple ones love simplicity?
I beg you, picture this: you eat the bread of wickedness
Drink the wine of violence,the Righteous will not be silent
You forsake instructions, so you consist of nothing
Busy celebrating your self destruction
Your god is greed, envy lust and jealousy
You can't control the speed it breaks you down like disease
You envy your oppressor and that's the sickness of the slave
That abominable plague that makes you love your master's ways