Indians At The Liquor Store

by WarDance

1.	This Is THRASH!	lyrics
Instrumental
2.	Indians At The Liquor Store	info
3.	Evil INC.	lyrics
The secrete is that we are all slaves in this fucked up lifeless place Working us like dogs to perform the same meaningless task, for what? A coloured piece of paper with numbers and a photo of the ones who enslavers face A hollow reward to keep us quite for our hard work, why to we keep going back everyday, the question few seem to ask Evil corporations working us to death, not to the point where we drop down and die But to the point we lose our selves, lose our minds give up and submit It’s a form of slavery, Invisible to the naked eye A long complicated knot winding through human rights I sit and watch all the ones that lost there minds attached to the things they bought All of it just to keep themselves preoccupied so they don’t have to face the truth Everything we be buy today is designed to keep us from noticing what we’ve become The worst of it all is the people who have done this to us are victims of there own creation They themselves see what they’ve done to the quality of life, the endless destruction Consumed with greed, the goal in mind to feed the monster that keeps them alive Relentlessly they strive to stay on top a constant struggle to they day they die Passing down corrupt traditions from generation to generation Never happy with what they have always wanting more Constantly looking down on us just taking form the poor Kicking us around treating us like animals not expecting a retaliation At this point in time the future is easy to predict Its impossible now to live life to the fullest The only way out is one gun and one bullet