World In Dead Season

Riot the innocent Dirty their world until it looks as foul as your's Muddy blood puddles from cold rainy days in virgin skin pores And it so pours This life won't stop until all the poor turn to whores and the rich run the business making profit from the money in their drawers What the hell's it all for? Continue the status quo, keep the customers in the store The cash register's full and they still want more Greedy fingers twitching on triggers looking to declare war A civil genocide, Human rich vs Human poor Another round of beautiful innocence suffocates under the veil of gore Left to die, ashamed, on the floor The way of the world, ingrained deep in its core But what do I know, I'm only a dirty whore