Torture, Insanity

Debt the all eating money void
In wich you the bank abuse and exploit
To make your pile of gold grow
As we the working class die slow

Destroying our flesh and bone
To lower the debt of our loan
Trapped forever in your deadlock
As I wander off to work in my sleepwalk

I need to put the bread on my table
Or else I won't be able
To provide for my family
torture, Insanity

Wealth should not be measured in numbers
The world is dying, it hungers