Pierce your
self with grief.
Your hope in worthless things.
Your falsehoods an d your blood money
cry out against you even now.
Wealth of men means
nothing after death.
Wealth of money hungry hypocrites,
sealed in mansions in the deepest depths of fiery hell.
Weep and wail.
Fatten yourself for the day
of slaughter.
Woe to you.
Condemn yourself you
rich oppressor...
Chil
dren of misfor tune littering the streets.
Passing by your mansions,
laying broken dreams at your feet.
Looking from your high- rise the
poor seem so small.
Crush Them under the weight of your corporate monster,
slaving away kills them all...
What have we done to our faith?
Why have we killed in His name?
Children are being enslaved as we
chase for tune and fame.
What have we done to our faith?
Why have we killed in His name?
Chil dren are being en slaved as we chase fortune
and fame...
We've paved our...
We've paved our own way.
We've...
We've paved our...
We've paved our own
streets straight to hell.
We've paved our own streets
straight to hell.
We've paved our own streets
straight to hell.
Weep and wail.
Fatten yourself for the day
of slaughter.
Woe to you.
Condemn yourself you rich
oppressor.
All we have to offer You is
the blood washed from our hands.
Paved (paved) with
(with) blood.
Paved (paved) with
(with) blood.