Lyrics of 'Crucify Your Culture' by Ren

A murderous mind, born into a murderous time
Where right or wrong is blurred line, hard to define
For greed has poisoned the well
We all drink from the chalice
It’s a long way down into the rabbit hole Alice

But now I crucify your culture
Burn down the alter
Religion of consumerism picks us off like vultures
And takes us for punks
They say jump and we jump
It's the same if it's Bush or Obama or Trump

I’m not buying into to a one two three party system
I rise against ‘em, illusions of choice steal our voice so take back your rigged election
System deficit, represent no one but your money, funny
How you keep em sweet, honey
Shepherd and the sheep, dummy

Some day they’ll find a way to sell my views
Just like they sold the concept of freedom to you
They sold voice of Huxley, of Orwell, Guevara, Dali Lama
Now they’re all just a product to you

Now you care more about your new shoes than loose screws in minds of politicians
That abuse truths to shape you and break you, consumerism rapes you until your thoughts they ain't you
They make you wanna hate you, so you keep buying, buying, buying

Corporation frying, defying fraudulent liars and burning empires, tap into to the telephone wires
And histories biased, it glorifies and justifies our evil
It justifies the wars that rain destruction upon people

Every single human born equal
They treat you like an asset not a human; it's it's see through
Slavery through debt, you think that mortgage is to help you?
The bills stacking high, killing dreams, money mames you
The lion tames you

The land of the free... Irony
A hierarchy false education kills the fire in me
But, still I stand strong like two towers
That were knocked down by greedy men's thirst for power

Greed
Greed plants the seed that will destroy us all if we succumb to greed
Fuck greed
Silent I breathe
Burn money
Greed makes us bleed, makes us bleed, makes us bleed

The entire political system is a farce
Democracy doesn’t exist until our voices they speak louder than money
For wealth it is a poisoned honey
Another money making holiday for the Easter Bunny

Adverts suck out your soul
Drink Coca-Cola
Lining up the pockets of the fat control
Sell fear to people let it spread like Ebola
Propaganda machine American dream its hopeless

Nikola Tesselsa, 1883
The DC current system fought against the AC
But not because the AC system wasn't any better
'Cause people don't like change, when money's at the center

Move let me enter, to the epicenter, poison parliament, ah
Who’s the main contender?
Oh? It's you Mr. President, evident that the counter intelligence, is
A hell of a prevalent