Текст Lords of Chaos Job for a Cowboy

The blameless are succumbing to the ravages of warfare built upon capital and greed,
The lords of corruption leave their people to rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos.
Education, employment and health, all stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh.
The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying for a redesigned future as they reach the brink of renouncement
Dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing, for with this tongue will only bring execution
Hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life, all damned at the opening day of birth.
The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies and sell the land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite.
With death comes revenue, piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood.