Corpo Service Whore

All you want is to gain,
Your craving is for fame!

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.

Paradise cannot be bought by bastards.
Sell your soul won’t fix the cracks in,
The face of what you believe is god.
Reality is you are a heartless fraud.
Focused on only breeding money.
Could you really be more hungry?
I say no but you’ll argue the opposite.
Its why I’m long past giving a shit!

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.

Parasitic defines you you effortlessly.
Knee jerk reaction, but not from me.
Cause when the chips are down i don’t cheat.
Your blushing so clearly i’ve hit where you are weak.
As if you didn’y think you could be figured.
Well of course you can as you’re not unique.
Just another bot off the assembly line.
Wasting away what to me is precious time.

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.

Not again.
Won’t partake.
Sold your soul.
No, I won’t deliberate.
Barter, beg, lie and steal.
Made your bed, now choke on that spiel.

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.