Your Funeral Wasn’t So Sad After All

Your Funeral Wasn’t So Sad After All
I would rather die than feed from the machine
I would rather suffer than grovel at your feet
I will starve before taking from your hands
No more
Rise up
And overthrow
Feed you to vultures
Gnawing flesh
Strip it down to your fuc*** bones
Feed you to the vultures
There's no wrong or right
Only destroying you tonight
Destroy you all tonight
Destroy tonight