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How cheap can a little life be?

Born to suffer, cradled by filth

For cornucopias and profit

In failures of the imagination

Gains, no margins!

Orthodox saints but failed sacraments

The antithesis of imperative

As morality becomes relative

||:To feel, to face, embrace; we calculate your price:||

Extradite your ludicracy

Share a little piece of lucracy!

Feeble hands can feel no shame

When worthless lives can't shift blame

||:To feel, to face, embrace; we calculate your price:||

||:So righteous, afraid

As their faces melt away

Your price is to be paid

In blood, and tears, graves:||

||:So helpless, afraid

As their faces melt away

Your price is to be paid

In blood, and tears, graves:||