Estat

Gentile Crown

Should off with yourself

You’re pulling the innocent down



Sick shade

Torture’s your torture

We’re building our own way to die



Scapegoat we’re

Bred for consumption

Commodities bought sold and styled



Fixed fight

Hook line and sinker

Building our own way to die



A bit

Too Drunk with power

You feed our mouths with hunger

and Aim the Gun that we’ve built

Then we all die

We all Die