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debt is the currency of slaves
you stack bills
you stack bills and they keep stacking bodies
spirits of the wicked
Through genocide, numb to empathy
You stack bills, they stack bodies
we lay in false comfort
Numb to empathy, you stack bills
they stack bodies
Through genocide, barbaric camaraderie Hundredth, unless we rise in revolt
rise in revolt
Numb to empathy, they stack bodies, you stack bills
barbaric camaraderie
You stack bills, through genocide, you stack bills and they keep stacking bodies
barbaric camaraderie
barbaric camaraderie
Through genocide, spirits of the wicked
We lay in false comfort, spirits of the wicked, rise in revolt
debt is the currency of slaves
Ravage the blood-bought wealth they ve stored, spirits of the wicked Savages, you stack bills and they keep stacking bodies
to clean up the mess you ve made
spirits of the wicked
Desert of graves, you stack bills
While the savages take hold, barbaric camaraderie
It s time we question the things we ve ignored, rise in revolt
Desert of graves, to clean up the mess you ve made, it s time we question the things we ve ignored
To clean up the mess you ve made, they stack bodies
You stack bills, rise in revolt Savages, while the savages take hold
You stack bills, unless we rise in revolt
You stack bills, they stack bodies Savages, desert of graves
Spirits of the wicked, barbaric camaraderie
they stack bodies
debt is the currency of slaves
ravage the blood-bought wealth they ve stored
while the savages take hold
Spirits of the wicked, we lay in false comfort
Spirits of the wicked, they stack bodies, desert of graves
debt is the currency of slaves
We lay in false comfort, you stack bills
spirits of the wicked
Debt is the currency of slaves, barbaric camaraderie Hundredth, ravage the blood-bought wealth they ve stored
through genocide
You stack bills, we lay in false comfort, they stack bodies
It s time we question the things we ve ignored, you re leaving land once cherished
Spirits of the wicked, spirits of the wicked
Barbaric camaraderie, debt is the currency of slaves
You re leaving land once cherished, you stack bills
it s time we question the things we ve ignored
While the savages take hold, numb to empathy
Barbaric camaraderie, debt is the currency of slaves
you stack bills