We are the children of filth and corruption A callous generation of k**ers and thieves (We feed) upon the weak like vultures Scavengers, and bottom feeders Until we’ve picked the carca** down to the bone Our covetous compulsions driven by dogma enthroned And then we turn upon each other Brother preying on his brother Anything at all to feed our hunger Until there’s nothing left but ashes in our mouths Unrelenting appetites Never truly satisfied We are the sons of a decadent system Rewarding our cruelty and petty ambition (Devout) disciples of a ruthless creed Praising ignorance and greed That promises salvation only for the chosen few But history is written by the victor, not the victim So will this be our legacy? A doctrine of divisive ideology A gospel of hatred and rank hypocrisy Our manifested destiny laid bare By the sins of our fathers Still we worship at their altars Altars to our avarice, monuments to our excess We asked that we could inherit the earth Only to strip it of all that it’s worth Babel towers, climbing higher, symbols of our stolen power Altars to our avarice, monuments to our excess