The Butcher's Bill

We're always crying that we want to be free but when the shadow of danger looms
And when the mob scents fear, we collectively gasp
We shut our eyes, we abandon our convictions
We grovel and crawl before the great seal
We prostrate ourselves before the all-seeing eye of the God of greed and poverty and ownership
Ideology abandoned, culture abolished, families destroyed, psychoses intensified
Consumerist freedom! Limbs and organs decimated, lives ruined
Spread our disease