Smother

Another youth that we can twist, we'll threaten her to 
cease to exist.  She's powerless to resist, and from our 
fouled lips a kiss

Row upon row of those who failed to escape, victims
of wage slavery rape.  All the shining beauty we keep 
covered.  All the good things in life we smother.

Too many dreams of happiness, we'll fill her with 
emptiness... make her a slave and tell the lie of 
familial bliss.

chorus

solo 

It doesn't matter what you do.  You can't escape what
is inside you.  The hiding place that you run to is no
protection.  I am beside you.

It's time to go to your hell, to your work your prison
cell.  The lies you tell to yourself and your soul you sell.